Lyrics:
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
to get fresh y'all
Check the flavor here's a rootin tootin hydraulic trooper
Tha Alkaholik grouper in the house and when I bust the hula-hooper
the Loot Pack crew
Funky like Con-Funk-Shun, more style than Stylistics
I got mo' beats than Magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by
gye nu by force
Grrr
And thats on god
Cause boys make wild for street
We do this so mama go fit eat
S3 w3ni BA y3 sikas3M mu ah, joe boy you never go
want you out of my life
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--8-9-10
You out on your ass again,
lonely little heart has to pray for a friend
1-2-3-4-5-6-7--8-9-10
Good
D-A-Z
Feeling like 1-9-9-3, only one to the 710
I'm in Long Beach, home of Dillinger
Dealing the gangsta shit, gangsta killa
You wankstas quit filling ya
the best for you
Dressed up to the nine, let's set the city on fire
Nothing but the best for you
When i say bet, you already know i got
Nothing but the best
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Coming-up w ghanwsel w aji 7daya takhd sora
Ma kantmixash lwad li bin 2 b7ora
B9a fih l7al 7it lqa rasso f had stoora
Feeling like 1-9-9-3 '91 to the seventh jam
I'm in Long Beach, home of dillagent
Dilligent gangsta shit gangsters killing
You wanksters quit filling your
steppops
Basement of the spot look
Like a Chinese sweatshop
Working the trade lines with my
Plug out in Prescott
Got troopers pulling up with K-9
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
nine, nine for the nine that dressed so fine
ten by ten, ten for the ten commandments
He was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
rewind me
If we talking numbers I dont fuck with nine three 12
Fuck the model hoe go where u find peace
Ya aint what im on then u wont be by me
This bitch
cause y’all know y’all all cheaters
I was laced inside my Tim’s marching like a real trooper
At the Dallas ball they know I’m balling they treat me like
the neck up
Picking up crumbs man ya oughta get swept up
Going to the gym getting big getting flexed up
Just to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
hearts I still show love to them
Oh you thought this was about money? I'll burn the cash bruh
It's 9am why you sleeping? Get your ass up
They can't find
your block with my troopers like we came for oil
We gave up our childhood just to go on Slauson
When you see that yellow tape, nigga, you know it's
thee. How shall I send thee? Well, now, I'm gonna send you ten by ten, ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine all dressed so fine, eight for
always keep it real
Three
Somehow you keep walkin' into my dreams but
Four
I'm not complainin' cause I'm love'n every scene I
Five
Wanna know you cause it
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
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