Lyrics:
play me
Yeah you do your thang two I do my thang three
Yeah we cruising down riding my Camry
Trips down to Miami
I remember takin trips down to Miami
on they way to do major thangs
Not juss to floss
We be the boss
Like Kingpin's
Me an BA in a rag Ferrari swingin'
Wit' the connection like
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
dollars and stats
On the real
We big time fuckin' ballers
Niggas, shot callers
Lay in 'em drop tops
Gold thangs and M-40's
Well you
y'all (YEAH!)
Work for the money money (c'mon) do ya thang now
Work for the money money (get it, get it) put it down now
Work for the money money
out the house, 17 gold mouth
18 on the block, nigga got them thangs out
Birdman Stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail
Real niggas do real thangs, you know
a real one
That kill for the right thang
Not for the wrong thang! Grab
And get ya gangbang on mane
And do it like they used to do on Soul Train
When I was
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
grandmother
Or your grandfather
Trust nobody
Don't trust your girl or your girl's girl friend
Period
Indicted by closest friends (indicted by closest
our thang
Gotta keep it funky
One time for the west coast
Yo
One for the vices two for the city
Keep our clothes the nicest but our attitude gritty
Go
respiration
There no such thang as a reparation
When they had torn apart every nation
They put our skulls to the fuckin pavement
Then choke us out right in
In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is
where the sun don't shine
We gone do our thang let them old hoes cry
Ain't nothing but a thang when ya boy flyy by
Forever and a day we gone be alright
weed so the car's kinda smokey
The Glock's in the stash
Cause I'm dodgin the pokey
Its hard on tha street
Niggas livin like a catfish
A project killa,
thang in the city
Where you gotta plot chips, jag robberies and do in it's
Tanadian Nay, the charge of the weapons
Hit from veranda's and do a thing
Chromed our choppin' blades down Royal Lane
No matter what Snow gonna do his thang
You can lose my number but you can't lose the game
You can thank me now
Do our own thang
Tell her go own way
Tonight we cutting bitches off
We gone do our own thing
Got no time for sneaky hoes
You fuck with my homie
I was
and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone, I be rollin' hella chrome
Clover watch with
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
off the range
just by the chain u can tell the big kid do his thang
u know the name,
is that the chain
bout 24 inches is how low i let it hang
hop out
them ding dongs
cause in the ghetto everbody got nicknames
like Master p, Lil Roy, and Big Man
eyes red, dank to the head
I'm not Snoop Dogg but I feel
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my
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