Lyrics:
on tha corner tryna make a livin'
Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol
15, mug mean, we was big boys
Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha
it
Hold it
Exhale
Real good
Clean slate
Young Don
Don Chef
I can prep a pristine plate
I can treat you eat you groovy
expressions play on ya face
They
one's gonna love you like I do
No one's gonna hold ya
No one's gonna know ya
Like I do love
Like I do
From your head to your feet
Girl, you're all
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
soon, we gone pull an all-nighter (Woah)
Caress ya skin while I hold ya (Oh)
Got yo legs shakin while I'm holdin ya down
Just lemme freak you (Freak you,
Yeah Yeah Uh Uh Yeah
They shoot for the head, I shoot for the stars so I beat the odds, yeah yeah
My life in advance. I'm changing my stance
Ricky
I ride by myself, cause niggas is iffy
Cannot fuck with you, if you play the 50
I'm tired of these bitches, I'm tired of these lames
Big body,
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man, he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man, he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does
tighter
I spark a L wit a big lighter
Criminal use oblational to get inside ya (and do what?)
And fuck your whole head up
El Cavallo in the house, so
niggas tried to jam me
I'm strapped now movin around wit the swammie
Got a baby by ya baby mama nigga we family
Niggas mad at the kid 'cause I'm caked up
Slap ya in the head I'ma open one
African in bed, she just hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come
Open up a drum, I'm eatin'
messing with a whole lot
You can have your whole block
Still won't be enough to knock these road blocks
That I set up for ya
Your team could hold glocks
Started out at like twelve
Trapped in a belly of hell
Grew into a man inside of a cell
Yo, anger just swell up
At a early age that develop
Hot head and now
it in yall ears man
know what I'm sayin"
"Ay, what Screw would want everybody to do right now man, is hold ya head
and keep it up, and keep it
is such a mess
I know it's hard to guess What Goes On In My Head
And you're magnificent standing in your red dress
Sunny California, i'm mad for ya
head, I don't need no grip (Woo)
You ain't talking money, you can take a trip
Shop Louie V., 'bout to get my drip
Yeah, you know I got the drip (Drippin')
whoa
Fuckin with me isn't
Good for ya health
Cuz I do hold grudges
Beat yo ass with a belt
I talk big shit and I back it up too
On the track lit shit
this trenches
Get myself on the pitch leave the benches
Stay focused
Put my head in the game
Like
I be steady chasing on my dreams
You know I got big
of the news, but it's still in my head
Charles Stewart still lives even though the sucker's dead
I'ma speak upon it
He is trying to wipe, you, out
Trying
the funkalistic rapper choke an instant
Got mixed wit Malibu rums and Mistic
I'm a whole lot on it yea just a smidget
Just 'cause I live by the beach
bad bad bad bad taste
Do I need a big diamond ring, designer head to toe for your high society
No thank ya I'm fine being me, by the way your boyfriend
Yea yea yea
I'm finna bag that
I told shorty bring it back
She know the concept
She know what I want
Getting head by stove
Cook it some more
I'm
Baby, you know what It is
I'm ya hoods last hopes
I'm the El' Capi'tan
Ask about me in the city
I'm the motherfuckin' man
Head above war, we call
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