Lyrics:
"Oh, what you got? You even got a Patek, bruh? (Nah)
I got a 16-car garage in my mansion, love (right)
I know Dr. Dre, people at Interscope
And by
punks
Now they actin' like they sell, but they short on they funds
When I roll up with the pump, it's a automatic tump Now
Your face's on the shirt
Cause I'm killing ripping stripping
Man I love this fucking funk
Just cause I'm nice to you
Don't mean that ima fucking punk
Ima pipe hitting killer who
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
and mommy's black dress is real
I only spit what I live, and I play my part, feds know
You just talkin burners cause your A&R said so
Don't play the game
money to the drug dealers
Dump slugs on all y'all piggies, that club nigga
And big dicks is why you white bitches love niggas
A black warrior,
still put it through you
With a Luger that'll spit fire
And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah
You think for one second since we got a deal
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie
Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye
their girlfrields
Hahaha
[Haystak]
Ohh, I've been intertwined
On the grind since '89
Tryin to get my shit tight
No I had to come right
Wrote rhyme by
By any means necessary, it's about to get scary
Call all your friends, tell em come in a hurry
Word on the street, is these niggaz got plex
So y'all
For the love of the money and game
Shakin you niggaz is funny
It's just somethin about, the way the game get spit
Cali niggaz find a ??? in, for
fucker, ain't it?
Nine lives
Love me or hate me but I ain't stoppin' 'till I'm on top
I'm screamin' 'fuck the world' like Tupac
Say my name and you
Pacewon]
We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X)
[Young Zee] (Pacewon) {both}
You know the Outz spit game
Without rappin' bout my chain and my
as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
Verse spitting
Wet dreaming; dripping
Pussy lips syncing
Got me fiendish
Cheaper than a Swedish fish dish
I won't pay to be pleased
Teased by
Verse spitting
Wet dreaming, dripping
***** lips syncing
Got me fiendish
Cheaper than a Swedish fish dish
I won't pay to be pleased
Teased by
there
Promise
Me you
Aint too scared
An we gon move out
This nightmare
I know you think
Theres something to it
All i really love is music
Get to motion
the way that I spit got these niggas shook
Might fuck up they bitch and make these niggas look
The more they see beyond me the more they love
The more they
Slang... butta
For that cake, who's batter/badder
Why do ya freaks "bodda"?
Read that as "bother"
Most you vixens love to read
Half of yall illiterate
Give me mine or get the fuck on
Ain't no love songs
After the Blood drawn
It's still a shame that's the game that they got you up on
Take the pain
of that Donald punk
Life is hard
It's something we ain't told enough
Instead
We're told to hide our cards
And be tough or play the bluff
It's a game
Just
For those you won't take what's not given
The snake is bitten, Truth is never hidden
We trade on love like a game of badminton
I hit the road lazier
I'm perfecting the craft
I put my all into the game I loved it it ain't love me back
Just been hiding all this pain I go through it come from the pass
I
to know, nigga most peronal
My reason for treason is bread, so even when I said I love my gauge
Watch the rage that I pull, finna' unleash this cage
I'm
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