Lyrics:
(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)
Yeah
(Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
Big up the youths
Show off the youths
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah we affi protect the youth
She get hurt by daddy and uncle too
Pain pon pain
Uh, uh, uh
I say we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
battleground, you know what I mean? Make some noise
Ayy, ayy, ayy, y'all, come on
Y'all can go louder than that, now
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin', yo
I got
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
(for sure)
I won't fuel your coke, I won't fuel lipo
Oh no, no no
Oh yeah yeah, no
Oh yeah yeah, oh
Oh yeah yeah, oh
Look at that stand right
Yeah pull off and she with it
Yeah go off and I'm speeding
Yeah we show off are you ready
Yeah go down on this beat yeah
Yeah we making history yeah
These boys ain't fresh like me, boy
You niggas need a stylist
Gucci, VLONE, I put that shit on, yeah
Chrome Hearts, Bottega, I put it on, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hey, ohh-oh, ohh-oh, ohh
Yeah, yeah
Ohh
Ooh, oh
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh, oh
When we get by, we'll make it by
When we get by with love
salad, yeah)
Made by my Uncle Darryl (made by my Uncle Heaven)
(Stir that potato salad Heaven, yeah, like that, yeah)
Sugar tea, potato salad
(Sugar
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
new one day
And God did it
Yeah we came our the trenches baby
Looking kind of spiffy baby
Uncle Fred was all about that bread and he was jiffy baby
RIP
ate some Cocoa Puffs, you know I'm goin' cuckoo (Whyzoo, turn the beat down)
Roll my eyes to the back when I get high like uncle voodoo (yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, memories are made of this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, memories
Oh yeah, oh yeah, memories are made of this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, memories
We had
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, yeah, woah,
La la la (La la la)
La la la (La la la la)
La la la aye aye
You know you've been by my side you my day one yeah yeah
It's true we've been talking for
the life I chose
I'm just here for love but love that's real from the family and the bros, cuz I ain't about no hoes yeah
I'm just 'bout by my bros yeah
My
feelings
She just trippin’
Yeah, pockets got obese
I’m bout to fly to Greece
By myself, all alone
She want a condo and kids
I gave your shit a listen, it’s
, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And if I were a daisy,
Sy sy sy sy sy
Would you still be my baby?
By by by by by
I would pull all my petals
Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John
He says he got the blues but he has a lot of fun
Oh baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John
He says he got the blues but he has a lot of fun
Oh baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Verse 1:
I do this rap shit yeah for my family, growing up my uncles yeah they planted seed, taught me how to spit them flows casually, killing shit
by imposters
And it's fine with me
I guess it's fine with me
Coz it's time to expose (yeah)
The real from the foes (yeah)
The next from the ex (yeah
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