Artist: (Bolo Gah f/) Begga Ooh
Album:  Bolo's Kitchen: Blood, Sweat & Years
Song:   Some Go, Some Stay
Typed By: pneumatic

[Intro: Begga Ooh]
Yeah, I wanna dedicate this to my Grandmother,
Mother of five, Grand to plenty, Nana,
And Father Lord, Tootie, Peace King,
And all the people that fell and went yall, Uh huh.

[Begga Ooh]
I came a far way, Nothin more, Nothin less,
I had to maintain even since your death,
What's left, I even think of up North so quite often,
A picture stumbles of you layin cold in a coffin,
I lost many luckily not to a gun fight,
Whose in control cause this world aint run right,
We puff right, Alcohol relives stress,
Like my brother Tootie, Now he at peace in his rest,
It's showin from this test that livin couldn't get better,
Man this shit aint right, We had routines together,
Roach clip my the feather, Smokin green, We're paid,
Talkin about my Mom's sister who died from AID's,
Shoutin liquid in the main I guess times was ruff,
I guess easy waters didn't get you high enough, What.

[Chorus 2X: Begga Ooh]
Some leave, Some stay, Some go away,
Some carry on, Before you know it they gone,
when they leave, It rips your soul out,
And that's it kid, They just roll out.

[Begga Ooh]
Yo my Grandfather died even though we wasn't close,
But I remember bein sent up to the store for the post,
A young lad, Little Tonka toy mind frame,
Well disciplined, Order belt buckles to your Hanes,
I shed pain, Cried puddles, Family hugged in a huddle,
Tearin, And now who's next is what I'm fearin,
Steerin to the left to avoid a wreck,
Ends up in a wreck, The one snaps his neck,
In a sudden intersect now the times is turned,
And I still can't believe Father Lord returned,
Then his room got burnt, Lost tapes and files,
I learned a lot from you God, You a man from a child,
It's wild now all we do is pass the block,
And I'm hearin will the members of the Beggas even drop, No.

[Chorus]