Lyrics:
OG Short dawg, G-Eazy
You know how we do it in Oakland mane
Yeah, smoke one
We in the mix, bitch
Hay oh ah
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even players
Whether you hate us or you show us
a blunt wit the top back huh
About to by the block back huh
Talkin my shit oh you like that huh
Oh you wanna cop that huh
Money on me oh you want that huh
[Krayzie: x2]
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-you-G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
a light, nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
a man so when can we date
I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in
Roll Deep are so weak
It's like comparing the ocean to rivers
Won't stop till I got money like Jigga's
I've shot brown, cocaine and ringers
And unlike
a hoe, best believe I'm riding solo
Betty got him feelin' right, he not Gav call him Rico
Bizarre Adventures with the Goats, better start calling us JoJo
Dropped salt on a dope rhyme say-a
My reputation offends this man
Next day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' like a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop like
divided
Dj jojo
Play her the mix
Take am dey chill
Amapaino left and right
Girl I know thats your favorite
That's while Ama pop like superstar
All
ain't just tobacco my man
Without a smoke, I wouldn't know what else to do with my hands
It's an awkward conversation exit all the time plan
An ice
to checkpoint now I'm past the border
tell my guy alemar to play some more
Fat money cause we in the mix
I got that white girl and that stinky bitch
Better ryders
Play a ting called "Trash and Ready"
Written by Mr cat the Wild Apache
The man called
The greatest selectah ah di equator
Can't cross the border cah
all day puttin' in work
Hoes didn't give a fuck and man that shit hurts
Used and abused no pain no gain
Sure them hoes tried to play us, but we still
a shit show after switching the scene
Money pussy weed and everything in between
Supercharger under the hood of the chevy
When i'm set to go my foot is
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
I'm gonna die
Take it one by the time, I can't believe I just crashed
I can't believe that I'm here, I can't believe I'm alive
Many of us still alive,
yea
Security come by yellin' at us
What the fuck yo problem man
Had to tell that dudes to take bout 20 percent offs it there
We just tryna party yea
the club wasn't takin' no shorts
Showin' no remorse
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the smooth
Didn't need a Houston skirt to get with me
But
(Four Quarters)
(Listen to the melody)
(Four Quarters)
Yea
It's first degree on anything with a snare, not playing fair
I was born for this game, man
a milestone
People calling me, asking me for money, man
The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
God damn, god damn, we at it again
Me
you see the
difference between us when I walk up in the door get
20, 000 worth of ones start lettin that money go let
it fly throw some 20 when my ones
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