Lyrics:
a lot of niggas went pop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got
I want to praise you and drop off a message to Pac
I was sitten here lookin
Young nigga pull up in a old school drop top
Aye Aye
I ain't worried bout no thot bitch
Aye, she a punk rock
Young nigga pull up in a old school drop
great
Knowing no English but I neva Faint
Ain't nothing but money in the bank
Drunk and hot girls on the floor
Shaking that ass and they drop it real low
I'm High til I die
Blowed til they smoke me
And shit don't stop
Til my casket drops
I said I'm High til I die
Blowed til they smoke me
And Shit don't
Presley committed suicide?
I don't
It's either kill or you be killed
Ten pints of blood per human, ain't no refills
One thing about us humans, nigga, we
came with aprisals
Thousand dollar syrup
With no maple
Send my bitch for the drop
And she gon run it back
Get it send it long and repeat
Like
the slammer
I couldn't make a sandwich
Eating chicken cacciatore
Baby true story
I been in my feelings
Hives in my mind
But there's no penicillin
Cuffing
love me the right way
(dragging me out the door, I can’t take no more)
Post (x2)
Hooo hooo hooo ooo oooo
And I’m done with you
V2.
I’ve moved in
precision
Run it up at the club ready to hit them over the head with a club itself you'll never see the top drop in the convert give me a second divert
headspace
Taking all our memories and drop it like it's dead weight
I can be a man of 32 degrees
Colder by the second like I used to be
And
I might just go
d (x6)
This a fat dick, bitch, get on it
Jump down on the dick like a cheerleader
Ain't no net when a nigga get yo ass neither
It's really
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
direction
Shh, and hold that down while Lucci show these boys a lesson
[Chorus]
Say dog i'ma straight up ~Texan~ so ain't no stoppin when i'm flexin
Light
Of decadent fabrics and desolate lighting
Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name
Blowing more breeze
Than the wind at the weather vane
Industry
The whispers turns to voices
Itʼs crystal clear.
I take a look in all directions
But thereʼs no one there. No one there
Here I stand in front of a monster in
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
6 we do it for the future cause the future is the kids
5 4 3 2 1 always be yourself don't follow no one
10 9 8 7 6 we do it for the future cause
Fill the suitcase up, did he stiff somebody?
Will he testify? If you say you're sorry
Grown men laugh when they heard that lie
10 to 12, gonna
First time the opps slid they failed
10 Toes all by myself
Too much fire Im causing hell
Claim he real but I know he'll tell
I come like noddy my name
up
Can't have muscle no tough
Play know J going nuts
Man down J going up
Man down J going
Bounce wit it
Make it drop
Prelude got a brand new bop
Keep
All them niggas, they be talkin' shit, they
Be dissin yuh Gotta switch up on this bitch, you know that
I ain't missin yuh Every second of the day,
Have yo lil ten looking like an obscene hoe
But dem the type of broads that you like right
Tatted up getting beaten by a Ike right
Gotta Aether that Nas
bitches please stand
Here we, here we go a–
I hit the ground running, not a second lost
If nothing else
Know this hustle you gon’ respect dog
Or get
only
Ten funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky hit records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks
And keeps checking
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