Lyrics:
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing
Ha ha, yeah! I go by the infamous name of B-Eazy. Barge House! You may catch me flying down I-35, or rolling down I-20. And they always ask
Who dat?
and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where
whipping
Told them find me in traffic
Life is too savage, surrounded by these killers and addicts
Never ran from my hood, instead I simply adapted
To bodies
I got that bass in my trunk, and I'm rollin' through your city
Don't smoke, get early, if you want it, come and get it
I got it, come get it. I got
how that go
But anyway you trying to ride around for a lil bit
Night time when we cruise just following tha moon
Got tha bass on boom
And tha
please don't call I'm a star now baby
I been infected by a few hood niggas
1 bad bitch equals 2 good women
I been infected by a few hood niggas
1 bad
Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers
Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise
Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers
tougher than penicillin
From the block where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' rocked by they buildings
And brothers,
Look who it is
This side we live by the code like we came from the six
Come look at this
My brother just flooded his wrist
Water can't hear the tick
I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell
say
But you ain’t never safe, you could die today
So my niggas they crack the
Safe and divide the Ks
And we all buy rides with bass
And ride by ya place
Yeah
Jak hovorí BigBoiWess
Rýchle autá je nás full
Zavolám ti Uber babe
Nech máš ako ísť domů
Chlapci chceli by dať stop
Za mnou stojí celý mob
Nech
about what's your take on me
I need a vacation
Vacate the place, turn up the bass
Is fake, ain't it?
Is waste, gimme some space
Gimme a break, same
I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell
They say the good die young, all that mean to me
Is that the hood die young, we call it the last days
What you know about coppin a house to fight pits
sleep, no
Mind your business and keep low
Live and die by that G code
Now we made a name, but fuck fame
I'm just blessed, that my luck changed
I can
standards of excellence
So it's no longer especially relevant to ask the young saxophone player
For example, to demonstrate his ability by running through
in my bass
So feel the affect of the wine and funk
But you gotta have hustle which can vibrate you funk
City to alley to valley hood and block
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
money is our specialty
Boys In The Hood keep trying to dig
All girl friends think their heads is big
Promoters at the show trying
To run that bull'
But
Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits
Now tell me, how nasty can you get
All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped, one thing
Who's your lovers and who are your bros
Who are the enemies you do keep close
Who are the people that you shouldn't know
When the bass gets you moving
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