Lyrics:
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
My sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my afterlife
Laughin', my shit
Yeah
Wolfpak Collective
Stvnna on the beat
1AM on the mix
Yah heard
Yeah
Shawty drop it down low (Drop it down!)
Keep it real disrespectful
Losing my
seat in my hearse
Ima fight cuz my life could be a lot worse
I wake up I check my phone
I wake up go downstairs and my brother pass me a cone
So I spark
Ima do it for my mama
Tryna stack the plenty commas
While my bank going up
Y’all jus stickin to the bottom
Aha
It’s no capping
I don’t what
bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self
You just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
(I've got all my life to live
Plus
with my mom up to san rafael
Now I’m older I go there all by myself
But the cornbread mix is still not a hard sell
So wave that flag, ring that bell
my whole body and couldn't afford a sleeve
I don't even drop a CD and still clear more than forty G's
A month and it's just my check and ain't even got
neck, be dancing on my neck
I just wanna get this check, I want a check
I been trappin' in my crib I got far by luck
Never gang banged but I stay
move
Now stop, rotate to the next dude, yeah
Hi haters I'm on my hiatus
Can still bangin' you try to violate us
You can tell by the talk
I represent
repping me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all
They say, what goes up is gon'
that check, go to the bank, breaking the safe
This ain't a Drill
Fuck what you think
I'm at the top of this shit and I'm beating my chest like an ape
I
venture
No you're not dreaming i'll be the Pincher
The millimeter by millimeter Doberman Bull Mastiff mix
Where Rottweiler while a rhyme of
Graffiti
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
check the fashion
GANG
GANG
Tryna get that money all the time
Put my board down but I'm still on The grind
Bands on his head there's a lot on my Mind
that sell by the stacks
When it gets dark, I chill with my cutie
We almost broke up because she started acting snooty
When I'm with the fellas, I
another rag
Said you was down but you really wasn't there
Blowing through my check like I don't even care
Head going dizzy, Drank too fizzy
What're your
Bvndboys
Water on my neck, I be cashing big checks
Water on my neck, I be cashing big checks
196k on my neck I left my bitch, she ain't want have no
a lot
And I don't mix but touch my chick and I assure you we can tumble
Keep a stack, a G
My baby gots to eat
She got everything she need
But she
this green
I guess Roman's abrasive
Gold doubloons, what I'm paid with
All my papers got faces
Cotton-Linen, what a great mix!
Tell me how you're gonna
on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin' low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never
on the wire, we post up
In the spot i was not chasing chocha
Double checking, the scene like im osha
Yall can't get in between, cause my dreams are much closer
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