Lyrics:
on the muh'fuckin hip
It's a midwest thang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
What you think we live on a farm? nigga be for real
We got benz's rovers' and jag's, hummer's
You bully bro? You wanna harm me?
I got my crew by my side, it's army
Words are weapons, I gotta let my bars speak
One little, two little, three
Tipsy
You Say You In The Mood
All I Need Is Bout A Hour
Better Yet Maybe Two
Let Me Take You Where I Live
Ferrari Switch Gears
When I Whisper In Ya Ear
Ya
that said, you're half dead. Not that much improvement
Coming to you. And you deserve a life
I'd like to see you live it
But if it's more perilous by
be like me, He'll never be like me
Cause I'm a P-IM-P
I got 1 Up on you, So bitch fuck your crew
I got the flower power, Fire ball
Bust you in two
I
the lights low
And your mood swings when you off your benzos
I ain't judging you just a little info
Ay, yeah, run it back for a minute
You said you live
to two (west side)
I took a private jet and you know where I flew the crew (LA)
Them coconut drinks that come with umbrellas in 'em
In the rain, we buy
multiples
Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
I notice you doin' your thing with your crew
Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
multiples
Just by the tone of my voice in the vocal booth
I notice you doin' your thing with your crew
Is it aight if I come down there and sing to you?
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
I changed
I can only worry and think about how time changed
I can only go and live life by my wild ways
Woah, my crew laughing to bank as always
Yeah
the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two
Featuring DJ A Trak
Yeah Yeah SOCs about to do it to ya once again
Live and direct
To all the SOCs kick up dust you can trust
The three
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
of he Braves shawty shoot em wit a K
Chorus [x2]:
YEAH, O lets do it
Ay
O lets do it
Ay
O lets do it
YEAH, drug dealin music
Ay
I influence
Ay
I
life by the sword
And if you live by it, die by it, I'll still kill your horse
Set me up, coming back, like a thief in the night
I'll have a suicide
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
This is the story of Joey
Who live next to Chloe
Who live down the street by the homies
Joey sold Crack and got caught by the police
His bail 10k
[Mr.Cheeks ]
Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up 3 80 and my
Stoner
Yeah
Skrrr
Cash
Sauce
Lit
Oo
Oo,
Gas
Drugs
Lit
I don't give a fuck
Run it up
Ay
Lit as fuck
Dripped up
I put in my all
On the grind gotta
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