Lyrics:
her lips feel all up on my ding dong
Going ape behind these bars like I'm evoking King Gong
Just leaving the dispensary re-upping on some strong
I'm
Last night!
[A-Plus]
I smoked a bomb sack facial
Then I got a call from this girl I hate bro (what?)
She said I'm comin' by don't think that I'm a H-O
by the hipbone
And I got the bullets with the x's and o's
On the tips I'll shoot you in the lips
Speaking on my name just so
You could get a spin
of wine
Tell me just how much I am ado-o-ored!
Sweet like honey, or would you like a little spice?
I will be your servant for tonight.
Wearing black
yeah, splittin' your lip
Need a poppy field like snell, fuck gettin' the brick (fuck that)
L-O-X, we just stick to the script and keep it clique, what!
[O Dawg from Menace II Society]
"Oh nigga guess what!
Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!
I know where they be kickin it
flossin in it
How I know every one that you had was tinted
Admit it, six O-O see me in it
Sunroof open, I'm smokin, haters rock wit it
Bithces cluckin,
That Yo Yo funk, that's what it is
(You gotta put me on) (Damn Yo Yo)
Givin' it to you (Oh Yeah)
(Slam the D's on the Benzo, pancake by the gate)
flossin in it
How I know every one that you had was tinted
Admit it, six O-O see me in it
Sunroof open, I'm smokin, haters rock wit it
Bithces cluckin,
No going home, I'm live in the streets
Your girl got boom by this brown-skin G
Man do road like, "Money ain't for me"
Invade homes, we the housin'
on some swag
When this bitch came up in a tight ass jag
She pulled right in the driveway bumpin' Clint Black
We she stepped to the ride i had to take
noses wit the rubber grips
Wicked tex would put the kiss of death on ya lovers lips
It's M.O.B nigga , we quick to squeeze, nigga
AK-47's making them
Sincerely Yours
I was bread a boss
Southside Sin been a O.G. (Yea)
Push the pedal
to the medal
hit 2 Hunnid...
Black Ice
Whip smelling
like new money
SMG
of screeching heaps in the street for a week day
The heat stays
But I lays real low
Swing off behind the sun in chariot slow
Then slither like snakes in black
feel her lips
Don't need no drugs I'm already lit
Time is ticking
Don't you know I got another vision
Slxmi P with a perfect picture
Knowledge on me like
remember the times before life fly by
This that blunt to my lips that got me on my shit
I can't tell its Hell or Heaven on this Earth
Even after birth man we
so we smoking on Runtz
And my lip getting black, I be smoking too much
And I can't trust this bish, she be talking too much
Like a nxgga with no car,
fucking with the small guys
Now you got black eyes and your punk ass realize
That you can't fuck with us little niggas no more
We going looney, crazy,
out with blue cheese by the loaf
Aye aye
Cash out like bitch come play
Know I stack chips lips frito lay
Blowing on pack piss out Rosè
Aye aye
Talk
status, she calling me Kozuki Oden, cause I'm the head honcho
Cowgirl by my side, but this is no Mustang, we up in a double S Maro
Only talk to real niggas
all, done it all, I'm tellin' you
So the best you could do now is murder me
I've seen wives turn hoes, and
A scene wiped by the O's man
Prayed the fiends
get yo' lip split
So keep yo' distance
My niggaz killin' like they Christian
Dope D.O.D. is a religion
We fight against the system, this life is life
around, sips around 2 o'clock
The hammer's backjacked, cocked on the glock
Westward bound, stay down
To the fools that's gon' bow
How you like us now?
bullets and served with a side of coke
Pushin' black, white, pimpin' and bangin' is all we know
Never tell'em what we do, my beloved, die by the code
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