Lyrics:
on sativa
The harder your heart keep beating
Only feel bad while you're thinkin'
Pop, pop, pop like Pepsi Co the best we smoke
Plus the tan look like you
Flew
off from here to Gettesburg
The Mac-11 gon' pop pop pop
You get a hole in your head cause I just can't stop
[G-BONE]
Slobs can't getaway from this
off from here to Gettesburg
The Mac-11 gon' pop pop pop
You get a hole in your head cause I just can't stop
[G-BONE]
Slobs can't getaway from this
make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s
in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off I'm gone rock out (you know that, nigga)
I'm gon' get high by myself, I'm
motherfuckin' house
Fuck right here
This better be this motherfucker's house
(Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?
(What's that red dot on your head man!)
What red
motherfuckin' house
Fuck right here
This better be this motherfucker's house
(Oh shit) what, what's wrong?
(What's that red dot on your head man)
What red
y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none (x2)
In the light never see a nigga like me, things collide inside
Open your eyes wide and see
Don't want
Puttin' my relations in your conversations
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position then you better take it
Know some young bulls from
pop outta the window we roll
Let the Ripster reel up off 'em
Better of this way,
Tossed off in the coffin and bagged,
Slang on the dark side man,
cross them tracks
You better lift them god damned feet
'Cause you ain't never gon', never gon'
Never gon' never find love
'Fore you'll end up, end up just
I just love women
They ain't throw your boy no sauce, I turnt into the donor
In Texas shoppin' for a coat, Moncler on my shoulder You better watch
kryptonite
It's just you and I
You keep talking that shit
And I'ma put you in a crypt tonight
If your mouth pop off
I'ma flip the script in this bitch
Make
your boy Steve McNair
Don't make the good girls go bad
Don't make the good girls go bad
You don't really love her
Please don't do it
Good
get cake
You better get dough, ho you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter
Came up off Ball
through
And my rims way bigger than yours
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
How you
you
Yeah, I'm praying for love and I'm praying for peace
And I'm praying You give me Your house and the keys
While I pray to do other than me
Imma need
(nowhere to go)
Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R
Turn y'all rap niggas into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Joyner, you better sleep with your
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
Cause these are the days of wild - hit me!
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
Pop guns and weed?
Brother please!
We're to wise for now,
ain't free
Got that!?
You hate it when we
Rock this!
Oh you'll love it when we
Pop back!
My People ain't free
Fuck you!
You think we can't see
Fuck you!
hesitate to blaze ya
The hell raiser
(I see you all motherfuckers now)
(bitch ass motherfuckers)
(you love to point your fuckin' finger huh)
The hell raiser
like Royal Rumble Sorry I ain't got nothing for you
But you know that I still love you We gon' pop out by surprise
Can't see shoot at his eyes No flip
Got a pain in my stomach
Growing by the second
Every time I saw fuck it
Ya love it
When I slow down
Can't keep up
So ya bringing me down
Ya bringing me
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