Lyrics:
Let me get down when I rock the, the, the
Doug, this shit ain't got no fuckin' drums in it man
Damn, why don't you put some fuckin' drums in
Let me get when I rock the, the, the
This shit ain't got no fuckin' drums in it man
Daym, wht don't you put some fuckin' drums in the music
So I
sorry
Can't keep up with me I be cruisin with speed
Ride around with DG with the breesh inna lamb
Park in the handicap don't give a damn
All love
hella get it, mwah
Don’t you see baby hey
Finally
Now that it’s time for me
I got no company yeah-yeah
Rep* for the posse
No effin* poli-jays*
Dripping
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now"
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map, don't ever
the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles cool-Aid
bless the floor, and any
Attempt to arrest me, stress me
Lord, lookin' at death with the
Last of my breath follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my
and four albums that went gold
I represent a Benz, BMW and a Cherokee
And still the industry won't respect me
Yeah, they give a lot of respect and props
my posse and clique just might roll up zip
Got good smokes by the jar
I am the greatest fucking bad bitches and they all different races
Trying to get
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
give me a break
Hey, no longer can we stand by, oh
No longer can we stand by, oh
No longer can we stand by, oh
(Forever) I think its time to fight with
and pray one day I'm good with my maker
Tomato, tomato don't apply, you better watch what you say to me
Everythin' ain't okay to me, everybody won't cater
the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga
Rollin' with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
and flying high in the sky
Don't tell me it's do or die swear you others are skating by, I'm accelerating got better, I'm going eye for an eye
I'm a young
and said
"Heh, I guess you'll find out"
So the gods cast me back down to the planet
Feeling manic but don't panic cuz there's no point being frantic
Almost
want no hands outs we don’t need no favors
Business is booming you tell by the layers
Ladies galore come in all different flavors
Up for whatever don’t
the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga
Rollin' with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
ah, oh) , fuck you mean? Ooh
Ayy, sippin' Easter pink, Gucci on the mink
(Ayy) she gon' give me head, but
That bitch don't even think, uh
(Bitch don't
Handle yours i ain't no joke
I'll have you broke down to your draws
I'm trigger happy
And I give less than a fuck
Love me or hate me
I'ma sho' 'nough rip
"Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to please
Give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and I'm calling in reference
I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war
I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war
a day
Tryin to figure out the proper description of me
And I came to the decision that there's no one syllable or phrase
That can adequately describe this
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