Lyrics:
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
Stop you from playin'
I clear yo block on that ass
Nigga wonder why I stress
Uptowns the place
It's the best
We got weapons that'll go through ya
nor there dawg
His first video was shot up in NY y'all
Is this nigga the king of Detroit
Or the king of gettin' his ass
Whipped and left by his boys?
(I
Ran off with yo bitch again
Lil bitch playing stingy with that coochie fine I'll hit your friend
Got what ya need say just come shop with me boy we
dreams came true
The first thing we're gonna do is buy yourself a new dress
Take some pictures, put you in the LA Express
Teach you how to walk in some
to whip a key
Now my trap jumpin'
She bring that dough to me how I want it
In fifties, hundreds, all that
Money is money, my nigga
Even small stacks
We
getting fifty just for walking through
(Fifty just for walking through)
You don't really got no ass
I can't talk to you (We can't talk)
Can't bеlieve all
jumped, better turn yo' music up
And bump that - cause we comin with them guns black
And cause of the hoodrats, know where your home's at
Fuck that, this is
head and pack it up
I'm double droppin' tabs, I'm gonna be trippin' 'til the sun is up (Trippin, trippin)
(What what what what what?)
I can't hear yo ass
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
me hear you holla PIMP we work them Hoes
Ho stroke first and I stroked her even faster
Had her in the telly with her ass up
You know the 21 questions
you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016
You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin' 'bout, "We go
wack
We need whitney back
Contract year I need me a sack (Nigga)
Who im gonna call thats gonna have my back
Who the fuck im gonna call when I hang my
that's what we's about to do
Take yo' ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre (what up Snoop?) Yo, I got the feeling
Tonight's the night like Betty
that's what we's about to do
Take yo' ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre (what up Snoop?) Yo, I got the feeling
Tonight's the night like Betty
these African beads
You know whats up
Yo, I'm back and crusading
Industry is wack and deflated
Crack and we cave in
Tryna get our ass on the station
But
(No, this shit is weak)
Yo, that's the second time son did that shit, yo
(Word, I don't want to talk...)
Yo, fuck that yo (word up)
We're gonna go
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
50
means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that
Forty, forty five, snake's alive
Say one thing, do another, it's time
We chill on that
Nah, I don't need a gat
I'd rather see yourself checkin' ass up
fuckin' mouth
Before I pull out and bust slugs in yo ass
You lucky yo bitch here, that's why I'm givin' you a pass
Nigga haul ass before I up and blast
get down
In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get your ass hit
I don't know why niggas like
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