Lyrics:
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
Two pairs of eyes sat bankside by a lake
Trees hiding the sun but it ain't stopping the bake
Rolling hills rolling jays conversation last for days
with 12 gauges, L.A. Times front pages
Leavin' mingled bodies hangin' on stages
Collapse fools with raps, peeelin' caps with straps
Twistin' off
Play them games (Round, round, round)
You know I wanna stay but I can't shake it off
(Round, round, round)
Yea i came in with a compact (Uhh)
I heard you
, round, round)
You know I wanna stay but
I can't shake it off (round, round, round)
Yea i came in with a compact (uhh)
I heard you blocked my lil contact
Yeah
Vlone on my body
Vlone round' nobody
Never bit a bullet of a 12 gauge shotty
No one likes to drink, just the way it feels
They don't like
band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops
(boom)
If
you tumble
Now when you try to get up, motherfucker, you stumbled
Now it's a must that I can bust, from the shots from my 12 gauge
Dust to get your
they gon' let that bih spray
Gang, snipe 'em, bang bang
No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
If we really beefin' why you put it
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how
the slug from the 12 Guage pump, on chumps
Busting heads like pimples
Hit em in the temple, popping that mental
At the residential, ID'd by the dental
Dip in
me 2 years imma be in a wraith
The car with the stars in the roof like space
12s in the trunk make the steering wheel shake
Trap nigga turn a 7
rifles and Tecs
And breakin' niggas' necks like bad checks
Outrageous with 12 gauges, 'L.A. Times' front pages
Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages
photographed by journalist
Told 'em free the Soledad Brothers or it's murder bitch
We in the van with hostages, time to make our getaway
Then police did
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
be the jumper
12 Gauge I call her rage and love to pump her
Let off a few shots clap clap dump her
And now I'm sitting in my coupe
System banging
the glock and make room
Shit man I got a 12 gauge with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you
cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck
do here
Fresh Start, just like a new year
BT, yes we have gone clear
Corona, you mean that one beer?
Yeah it’s Round 2 but I’m coming with the remix
I
do here
Fresh Start, just like a new year
BT, yes we have gone clear
Corona, you mean that one beer?
Yeah it’s Round 2 but I’m coming with the remix
I
Take a look inside my mental/instrumentals playin over and over /
It's like a playback of the future witness this jehovah/
Knocking atcha door with
watch 'em movin' (ooh)
Ooh, shake 'em out the shoes (shake 'em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do, yeah
Probably think it's
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