Lyrics:
own wave
I don't dick ride you niggaz gay
Don't follow trends that's fuck shit
I do my own thang no child's play
Give a nigga a fade Carolina
Days
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just went and hit the bank
Keep a Ratchet like I'm Clank
Walking 'round with them thangs
Don't move, don't blink
Lil' bitch what
she legit
forget about the past
all your sins
its winter
but your body got that heat
yeah tonight keep it lowkey
other girls sit by my side-ide
I won't
and went got that check
And they still alone, ain't feel love yet
No flex zone, my set done
Grown, my paper grown, six acres - home
I'm so betta, play so
was tough man, coming up
I played my Walkman when I was walking, to the bus
Don't get caught, man, money talk, man, listen up
My trigger finger by
Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz
Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you)
Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga
Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..
with no time to play
And its me you see, on the call at three
Grab your sack out the car, come and smoke with me
[Chorus: Shima]
[Lil' Keke]
Come
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
moola, my fetty
And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn't ready
(Chorus)
[Z-Ro]
Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team
Now it's year
Yeah, yeah, Z-Ro, DP, Billy Cook lay it down
All night long, smoked all fire, yeah yeah
(Z-Ro)
We can ball all day, four play in the hallway
to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
Coming up as a a young kid
Trying
Take the weight of my hand
The breath of my life
For those who don't understand I
Do more than just write
I do by my family man, the realness inside
gotta be down and know the deal
Play your grown up role we chill
And on and on and on and on
Champagne we pour with patron
Uh, Jay305 crusin
Listen boos
(Thank you for using GTL)
If I ever was to get rich, you would be by my side
You would be my Bonnie, baby, I would be your Clyde
We can
We can
And not the inside
Ya got to analyze what's right in front of your eyes!!!
[Chorus]
[PSC]
Got tricked by the smoke and the screen it seems
Hollywood ain't
nothing I can even they to relate to
For real though
Being dead is serious, it change you
All I got left in this world
Is my music to play
So you correct if
be (what!? what!?)
You might be gang related!
Do you wear a hatchetman?
You in a gang and yo ass better be ready to do that thang
You rep tha jrb
no worries fuck the cops
This shit is real dog, play with us and watch how many pop up
In the junk yard scattered round, bodies all chopped up
If I
Take a walk through my hood
And everything seems to be a-o.k
See my niggas on the block still hustling
Living life, day by day
Don't get mad at us, just
gonna be stretch
Stretch Benz, stretch Jag, stretch Corvette
I know you gon' let me do what I do and just watch
Kids play people when I pass up the block
[First Verse: Kangol Slim]
Picture me peelin' out in a Deville Lac
The Deville I'm peelin' out in is bustin' crushin'
Diamonds ain't no thang
Check
a better day
I keep seeing all this through
These eyes of mine
These eyes of mine has seen so many fucked up thangs
Lil girls tryin' to be women
the sushi all mine
And I'm almost to her house and thangs
Seen 'em, chasin' 'em, Lil' Jase servin' 'em
Hey, I know I'm gettin' closer
Peepin' the homies,
sayin that, come to the 'Wood, get that ass light
Come play hockey wit these Kings and get that ass iced
Competition was down core, racumbaba
Who been
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