Lyrics:
but you don't hear me though
Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow
Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow
Keep it live from
wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
wanna dispute that go and supply something better
Ah, ah, ah, better not be one of my features
I'm a leader by definition no matter the situation
I don't
it your job to protect people?)
Getting walked to my cell (we got a white boy)
Walking through jail (woo-woo-woo, woo, yeah)
Shit is like hell
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas
That say
yet
I carry my cross with perfect steps
Put ya'll on my back
And never once have popped no Percocet
Eric at your service, baby - what you know 'bout
gettin' you high on the funky sounds
This is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn
See, I mix my style up like a cement mixer
single
buying public have got in your greasy sweaty horrible... oooh! How is your stereo still spinning around and
that little needle bouncing up and down
woman that's fit for a king, It Won't be long till I wife her with a ring,
With my daughter in the mix, I don't fear anything
Got that Semi auto
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
talk and soon you gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony, come on)
You couldn't son me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot, my
hyper than a motherfucka, bouncin' head to toe, huh
Break in yo shit, come through your window on my tippy toes
Me and Meechy stealing your TV to sell
Let's lose track of time
And just, sway put your head on my shoulder,
Let the music come and take us over
Let me pull you in a little bit closer,
the mix
Make your head bobble when I'm playing my shit
When I'm playing my shit
When I'm playing my shit
Bitch I'm lit
Going full throttle taking chugs not
from outside it was
Completely in here, in my head
GQ: Did you worry it
Would derail your career?
Frank Ocean: I had those
Fears in black music
We've
from head
One rule amongst my gang
Let's keep one in the head
They hatin' but they ain't gonna
Touch one of my dreads
After I gun at your head
Boy I'm
Now I'm flipping several thousand
What the boy gon' do?
They don't look a lot like us
They don't really talk like us
They don't look a lot like us (They
see
Ridin' though your city with my strap on my seat.
Fuck police
This is east side long beach
Like biggie smalls said they don't really want beef
You
I bust my gage
Cause all that loud gun talk
don't mean squat
If my tool gets hot
I'm a burst your knot
And give it all I got
Up in your wisdom
Ay! Here we go!
Colli boy! Wh-wh-what's the scenario?
Huh?
Me and Mario comin? through your stereo
So young, so fly, so rich
I know you gotta hate
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes
How low can you go?
Don't leave me in limbo, limbo
Ay, miss thicker than thick
Jump up to make your pants fit
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