Lyrics:
rule in my car I can't be last
So I hit the gas roll the gas then I puff pass
Switch lanes then Im off the drink wit my young mans
And Im dumb retarded
(intro)
i just have to meet up with her
she like a yin yang just ryt by her own
fucken hot {gun slick)
(hook)
yho its deep in the night {gun
the gun and cold ice
Then I'm a victim of society I got societal ills
It's harder to pay bills than pop pills
They send a brother off to fight for your
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
Real and fake
Real and fake
I know the difference from real and fake
You popping guns well shit okay
Just don't pop out with guns around my way
shot up his mama crib now he in jail
Trippin' off flicks of Blu Catrell, pussy and black tail
Pop mama moved, but she don't talk to him no more
Call your mama on a first name basis
One time for the money man clock out
One time for the zeros dem pop out
Goin' off you the manager, boss now
Reading
I'm from we known to smash on the opps
Pop the stash or do the dash from the cops
Drop a top. He lost his mans from the pops
Fuck the camera, I'm no
, chip off the old block that made him
The man of the house, mom and pops separatin'
Spittin' image of a gangsta, the way pop walked
The way pop talked,
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop a X, boot up (yeah)
War time, suit up (yeah)
Yeah
Pop a X, boot up (pop a X,
and get folks?
Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four
But you's a scary dude(okay), believed by very few (okay)
Just keep it
I'm gonna do to this joint
I ain't want to but they made me
About to get ugly, the bar barbarian!
Check it man, I ball out like a naked man
Yes your
all y'all niggaz outfits
We the glitch like Y2K
Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day
"Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is
(pop, pop)
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that
pop his head tonight (pop), we gon' knock him off tonight (pop)
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Ohh-ohh-ohh
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
Operation' ran by your man toucan, dance for thug fashion
(Criminal passion)
Top of the line, it's unnecessary, buries but we still manage to shine
(Take
my Uh,
Reload pop, pop, pop, no shame point at a cop, make him drop,
Meanwhile, pull up, stop, drop the body off, mother mary, me oh my, think I feel
Man fuck these niggas
I, I'm a spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these
Man fuck these niggas
I, I'm a spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these
Man I remember nigga
Pops used to be tripping on a nigga
When the first video came out nigga was like
Y’all lil niggas think y’all Kaked up huh?
I
we throw on that Marvin Gaye shit
Got two black burners, that'll melt your facelift
Memory foam muffle the sound of the gun blast
My clan bring heat
They actin' like they pops wasn't callin' me
I gotta make sure my corner eat
Over the stove pot linked to the side like I'm pourin' tea
Black man in
please tell me why he's a liar
Saw the man switch up when I back that cannon that's by my side at all times, Mariah
Grab the mic hold it steady
Double tap
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