Lyrics:
And I got the red walk 'cause the beam look neat
Run the bag up, I'ma get the bands up
By the four-fifth tuck and the Glizz got a beam
Gotta live once,
Ha, ha,
South,
West,
Riders,
South,
West,
Riders.
(*E-40*)
Huh! Rockin an rollin, like the car was stolen,
On my way to see my weebles up in deep
some 4 my riders and girls
From my curls 2 my toes I’ma BOSS
er’body knows name is Poppa Cross
I rep that Moscow region, original hustler
I got a vision
This is the story of My Captivity By Savages, or,
How I Learned To Fight.
By Eliza Elizabeth Cooke, age thirteen,
written in my own hand on this,
friend shit, keep it hunnid on that business
Cause this 4-5 ain't missin', niggas gettin' killed for that bullshit
O.P.F. till I die, I'ma always ride
Said
talkin' Feel like I'm Shaq, all these hoes I be blockin
You is the middleman, I am the bigger man, black on black everything, like my name Ven-n-om
Rockin
the nine when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man business, recognize the tone
If I don't recognize the number,
distress lil' bitch that's a man down, I just went bought me a cane
King of the jungle yeah I'm the one rockin' the crown I'm feeling like Weezy the Wayne
on the couch when I didn't have the mattress
For them days I was broke, I pull up in four matic
Click the fully on top the semi automatic
Thugged it out by
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
My life has got to be like this, it's got to keep going up
I've been in several things, I was in the drug business, then I was in the oil business
sluts (Yeah)
Yeah, count em' four sluts
Yeah, count em'
Hold on wait pause, yo' bitch she all over my balls (She is)
You kissin' that bitch you in love
ma sa, ma ma ku sa
Keep on rockin' to it
Ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma ku sa
Please don't stop the
Hate that I love you so
He knows I'm unfaithful and
It
to smoke it, I'ma turn into a thug
Where I come from that they talkin' could that only get you mugged
Where I come from burnin' weed, it is a blessin' from
that young shit, twenty-four
Baby have buns, shit, I'm bendin' it over
Big pimpin', rockin' with her like I'm Dame Dash
She waitressin' at Starlets,
I been abused by this cold, cold game (ah-ah)
Early breakfast for you, I got somethin' special for you (somethin' special)
I'ma beat that pussy
stopping us, oh no, we destined
And everybody 'round you is so basic
I'm never rockin' white, I'm like a racist
I don't drink my liquor with a chase in
to peak, rock niggas to sleep
I'm like a four star general, out in the street
Keep my business low, represent Cash Flow
Bustin' loose like Chuck Brown
a four star general, out in the street
Keep my business low, represent Cash Flow
Bustin loose like Chuck Brown to get that dough
Most of y'all could
him
Now I'm that nigga that salt to your sodium
Bitch, I'm the bomb, I lit the plutonium
Feet on the ground, I'm breakin' linoleum
This is revenge,
now get out of your mind (yeah)
Gotta do is one for the town, it's town business (ayy)
I don't even fuck with these clowns, the clown niggas
In
to baggin' actresses
Savage since the back of 1-6-ooh
Flippin' on pissy mattresses
The blacksmith rockin' chemsuit 'cause this is hazardous
The way we
and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa
Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
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