Lyrics:
jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you he's a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin'
understand you in tha fray
Ninja you understand the difference between being by the bay
Stayin' out, by the minato
Stayin' fresh to death, head to toe
Ninjas
gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie
Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So
I'm creased down in my polo
I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist
switch it up Tha Kid got hella flows
Then I'm slidin' off drop the top yeah this shit ain't slow
Yeah this shit not slow I push two hundred on my dash
You
shit else to offer, Baraka
I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
I can't get a post, the copper so close
Less evil down here by tha dock
the one time scatter
Toe to toe, draw my mic and start dumpin
It's the down MC Eiht, and fool, this is Compton
(This is Compton)
[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
that bag you betta show sum
Betta tip toe fast have that dough coming
Or ima skip out fast like them folks coming
Onto another bag like tha trash
don't judge her
Cause all I do is love her,
Listen Work Out she gon play it for another
Track after track
I'm making money for my brothers
2 outa 4, 2
seas
I'm pimpin' this gat
Watch me hidy flice these hoes
Leave em short changed
Take they fame and roll
Wacth em all fall to tha flo'
It's a t-k-o
can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three
tony the blacker baron
My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony never leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly
the dirt
Well I gotta ride or die - she stay by side
Do it all from the heavens gate
I been smoking this weed as a crutch
Cause it's clearing my mind - like
neighborhood was knowin dat shella was have da alphabet(damn)
Nigga this real different hoods same song one thang
about tha get-toe you know it when you back
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Haunted by my past discretions
I stare at my recollection
Start reflecting on the old times
Niggas came around me seen they stumbled on a gold mine
Big bags
Clip blast
You Do ya number 2s in a shit bag
Live fast
Speeding through life
Dale Earnheart
Trying not to hit the wall
Yeah that crash and burn
muthafuckin' Chrismas and a ho ho ho!
while I'm ridin' that cot under the missle toe
now dashin' through the snow
in a candy right top 6-4
over the hills I go
cock will be
A party poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the north pole
I'm havin' fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you
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