Crooked I - Dysfunktional Family lyrics

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Crooked I - Dysfunktional Family lyrics

Aha, don't it feel good? Come on, I know it feel good, got to It's a family affair, you feel me, just a family affair Mama you raised so many sons And it was so hard tryin' to grow in these slums Around Gang Bangin' and so many guns Pen inmates is what the homies become But look what brighten ghetto poetry brung A 660 on 421's, Poppa didn't help us, I hope he's a bum Tried to spit us out like a old piece of gum Now the flow's opium, and all ya'll know it's The Row when we come For Sho, do you know anyone? It feels like Crooked I do If you do, throw your hands in the air I love my people it's a family affair Mama braided my hair while I sat in the chair We grew up in the ghetto but found happiness there The family used to stand and hold hands in a prayer Your son's ballin', and I guess he answered Oh, yeah! Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family My brother's in jail, sister on the corner got her body for sale She's still my sister man, I'm still her brother and No matter what they say, I'm a love my sister anyway And when moma died, grandmamma was by our side She said hang in there, we can make it A family that pray together, it's a family that is standin' right by So I promise myself, until I die, me and my family Together we gone ride Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family Well it ain't nothin' but a family affair, get your hands in the air And throw your dubs up like you just don't care We came from worse to worst, all raised in the church Still ridin' for my family, buried up under dirt like hers, Still I Rise Like Pac Reminiscin on when me and the homies in the hood was slap boxed Getting' high like it's the thang to do To all of my fam stretched out in the pen my n***as this ones' for you I got the money plus my ebony queen Bossed up in a black drop top, hot exotic Bentley Cold streets brought us close together With the love that me and my family endeavor this can last forever Even tho we all gotta go I play to win in this crooked game of cut throat Mama I don't hate you, I hate you smoke dope But I love the fact that you my moms and that's on Tha Row Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family If it wasn't for my family where would I be, where would I go Who would I see, if it wasn't for my family Who would I turn to, who would I lean on And who would I meet? Oh yeah, Dysfunktional Family, yes it is, Dysfunktional Family It's a family affair, Dysfunktional Family, Dysfunktional Family Call your mom, tell her you love her Tell your daddy, that you love him Tell your sister, think the world other Call your brother, tell him you his keeper, oh yeah

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