Lyrics:
We merkin' four-twenty eat island three five N2Deep
Mack 10 under seat for carjacking Passenger 57's
A Product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7
aint ever wired, yeah she's always at that hot spot.
That girl from the city, yeah I heard she came from Bangkok.
(Verse 1)
I came from the city, yeah
pupa pun pupa pupa pum
You want my spot, then you can take my spot dawggg
But you can't wear my shoes you wouldn't last long (Pop)
5 Dollars, 10, 20
Swvnn, this beat fire, let's keep it going
Ma I remember when you was at my spot jotting in yo journal listening to yo top five (Top five)
Told me I was
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
Wassup, Wu Tang Clan in here
the promoter?
Thank you
Did you get the money from the promoter?
That's right
Give it up for Roxanne Shanté
Live on stage
Come on, give it up one more
[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for
Hoppin' over barbed wire fences, nigga
Had this one broad right, she was so damn sprung
She used to hold my motherfuckin', motherfuckin' sack,
and 15th
Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a whole chicken? Mack 10's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't
want some lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah
Red light, green light, red light
Green
its dark and hell is hot
But I get my help from God
Was tripping yeah I fell a lot
Now I'm slipping to the top
Grand champ I X the spot
Keep a dog
And if you movin weight
Treat yo'self to an uzi
The first hit for free (damn)
But the next time you see me
You betta have twenty G
5.
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
and regulations
Separate myself from y'all, segregation
Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation
Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
Two bitches in bubble
Yea
I'm putting rap on the chopping block in a hostile spot
They sleeping on me from cot to cot and it's not a shock
Dot dot dot, I get it, critics
bone is thuggish ruggish
It's on from storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vest
Rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and ez spots
Rock like holly mzots, one
lemme say
That you a bad mama jamma
Dad from Atlanta
Momma from LA
I could tell by your grammer
And Imma slide in a Beamer but you wanna ride a Phantom
verses
I didn't write them I guessed them
Other rappers I bless them
I do not beat them I rest them
Take a look at my family damn
We look like the X-men
Oh
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
show
And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go
You rap about Amsterdam, nigga, I really been
And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten
I
show
And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go
You rap about Amsterdam, nigga, I really been
And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten
I
We always roll down, no doubt
At the funky side of ten spots
Dash yeah, crystals how clear, I broke out
Pretenders bent out and ready to do my
you a
Lil' higher up the food chain
I'm from Ellis Ave and Hopkins nigga
Grape Street Goon Gang
In '05 I had a 5X white tee
With a MAC-11
day, ain't say a damn thing
I don't shoot for the stars, man, I shoot at the stars
Break down my genome, little bitch come see what I'm made from
My
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