Lyrics:
Yo, alot of people be steppin to us like
Y'all from San Francisco right?
Nah G we show alot of love
But in the state of California from Humboldt
[Verse 1]
Yo, 24-7 365 days niggas coming sideways
not me, some are sloppy
My syyle's sharper than a 3 piece suit
Plus a tie and deeper than the look
in cap I ain't buying it
She love the D she love the D
I can tell by how she riding it
Bullet gang you know we killing shit
Icey icey how we flooding
punches
Was never that nigga to sell crutches
I held grudges, so I couldn't catch a break
From them 12 judges i see things clearer
A fiend in front of three
stress count those sheep
Three years
A deep frustration
Deterioration from cancer and radiation
Thought you looked weak in front of your creations
But my
hittin' any hoes
You ain't been outside the States, (stop playin')
So ya name ain't holdin' any weight
Ya baby mama was a stray
She love the way I paint
it,
I’m love taking risks,
Without speaking i’ll take your bitch,
I love women I am feminist,
Y'all switch sides, y'all Benedicts,
Y'all hate is my
overtime's strong, I don't pay him no attention
Money in the mason jar, country boy pension
Old lady, three kids, take a lot to fill the kitchen
screamin'
No Limit soldiers
One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Doggy, Dr Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
'Cause
Now the night before Christmas, I was sitting in my house
And there wasn't nothing moving around, not even a mouse.
The socks were hung by
bigger
Trying to rape the industry, like Dame Dash and Jigga
Jeah I'm truly blessed, by the man up above
And he showing nothing but love, for his son
it's a 3 day weekend
i'm loading up my truck
got tons of beer
might shoot a deer
blow the shit out of a duck
stever's got a cross bow
jamie a shotgun
I'll never get rocked by a chicken
I know you lame niggas know my position
I came from the same ghetto you live in
With no pot to piss in
So believe
Me and Billy Joe Taylor joined each other at the hip
I loved him like the brother I never had
He was my go-to-guy on 3rd and 10, made me look good
vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' out
Puttin' in work a nigga said by jar
While I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha)
Elm Street
Just got
before they squeeze
the homie that's a enemie is a bad predictment
so make sure you buck your fake homies you can't live with
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mykill
It's a 3 day weekend
I'm loading up my truck
Got tons of beer
Might shot a deer
Blow the shit out of a duck
Stever's got a cross bow
Jamie
trust is
Every single corner I turn I
Keep comin' 'cross buck shit
Fuck this and fuck that
When I go off crazy all
These motherfuckers love that
That
thugs/
Flap Gums, Tap their Mug, Catch slugs? Bad luck/
Clap guns? I've had enough, Stack ones? Pass the buck/
Amped, Son? Examine the last punk who's
on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
shit a nigga knock
(3 gunshots)
bitch don't let this be a stash spot
HOOK
I buck em drug em fuck em I don't love em
dump em smokin
put him, put
zapco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
we had to deal with
Because you love us so much
Now bless each and every one of us
Keep all of us
In your love and care
(CyHi)
Amen
From where
three-in-one shit
The shooters love it
Fuck it, I got purposeful goals
So from the fiends I must stash what I
Make and do it under your nose
Hit your moustache
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