Lyrics:
Killing everything i'm on (aye)
Pull up in a four by four
Up in the snow, i rock fur coats
I'm dripped in gold, my heart turned cold
Zero below, just like
Don't feel like I ever made a
Conscious decision to stay six years
You just kind of roll the first
Four and a half years
Was me in the studio every day
confide
Up in your celly
We ain’t buying
What u selling
I be bouncing through the city
Like bras
Bras up on the titty
Moving fast
Poppin wheelies
Like in
down, now tell me if you're living
In Battle Creek City, or even by the limit
And you can stop by, come and see how we roll
How we do it at FireKeepers
biter, got a T-Boy rap
[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, if allowed, I'd play it all year
And if the front was cold, I'd play my beat in the rear
And if the back
be real to rock with me
Ayy
You gotta be clean to talk to me
Yeah
You gotta have cred to chill with me
When we in my city (What we do?)
You gotta be!
I
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
about me
This is how I rocked KBC
You see, deep in the desert, the city Bagdhad
Aladdin was the boy, a magic lamp he had
Aladdin was to rub it
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
get in this coupe
This a society we ain't no group
City get fiery call up the troops
You said you know us you not from this side
Not do or die if I
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No
nigga on this track I?ll pull a trigger for
If you test the rock vest, pullin' slugs like a lockness
I'm a for show protect my chest
Everything in holes
was in
the days when they had some serious, you know, they had some good taste, these guys. I mean, they were
playing rock'n'roll and there was heavy
a 1-2 wayback
I can get 'em to your door in an instant
Send a block, titty rock on the imprint
Money don't stop, over time
Check my time clock i'm takin'
Seven
Cash
Count it
Tic tok
Bread
(Count it) I be in the trap (Tik tok)
Hollows loaded in the mac
Selling plenty crack (Crack)
I got what these niggz
I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip,
definition bustin' out your TV
So go hard, I go home
We put an end to you're end like zone
Get it yeeah
The Big Apple going all in
New York City stand
at the Rose Bowl game in a four-door Range
With a Rose gold chain wrapped around my neck
Or I might be flashin' in a white G-wagon'
With my arm out
hard not to have a style
When times get slower by the mile
We relax and wear a great big smile
You can count my teeth one, two, three, four, five
groupies
In the bitch after all
Fuck one down!
Welcome 2 Da Family
Woke up at 4 am for breakfast "chow" I had
Coffee that was given to me along with some
But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
Back up and give the are room
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't
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