Lyrics:
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
got a chopper in the trunk
Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk
Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it
Snakes in the grass,
to space
Yeah then we shot him down
I got my niggas, hand never off the trigger
My niggas they ready to blow
I got one stick for these bitches ain't no sense
wouldn't even count, lil bitch this our year
I do it for my fam, 20 racks on gifts
Bitch we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff
Now what you think a young
out for fame
I be in DJ's mugs, like House of Pain
Y'all rappers' is lame you're not violent
Cuz corporate tyrants are playing
You clowns like clients
snakes will always creep in
Living for the weekends
Baby let me beat it
Throw it from the deep end
Lovers we can pretend
Classy never cheap shit
I will
speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang
Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry
a passion for writing lyrics and a hook that’ll make sense
Trying to make verses all the way through
Take one, take two, huffing and puffing
Mom yelling down
water, make it lock
I went poor to make it out
I stayed by the governor house
I done found another route
Like her, she don't run her mouth
Plastic,
I ain't scared to kill and I ain't scared to die
If it's a go then you know I'm down to ride
Keep a pole with me, U know its by my side
You ain't
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
get down it wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget what you already know
I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across
To the battle, I am sworn [?]
Beaten down to the pulp for being different
You question old tradition, they just say you superstitious
Like a snake that eats its
give others to surrender
And you know what
They're some that worship
And there is others
Down like a sunk ship
And there is people out there
Partying
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying
more low
Press replay cuz I don't learn, whats wrong with me I don't know
Momma said I need to stop spending this money for show
Homie said watch who be
of the everlasting
Where the ghetto praise for compassion
No longer masking
What black men and black women have been
Art, culture, fashion, the science and math
the flows could come from within me
Hold up, hold up
Let me step in to the circle
Hurt you, turn your face purple, work you
Town, down, the city
It's me,
the proof
Oooh whats hap what it is what it do meng
Know the path see the road make our lane
Leave the plans you should know that we ain't playing
Out for
Welcome back to 626 Radio
With your man, DJ Loverboy
If you got a special request for that special someone
Go ahead and hit us up on the hotlines
But
hand, bro)
Told that nigga give me the money, don't know what you playin' for
This expensive, don't be touchin' on what you ain't payin' for
Eat my
to trade for tat
So the flags still burn
Now you know what was real
What was snuck into the deal
What’ll suck once it's your turn to
Get plucked up from
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