Lyrics:
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Livin' like I'm out the hood
Yo baby be fucking for checks
Full throttle, I'm steppin' on they necks
Aim at they head cause they wearing a vest
Yo
powerball
I'm finna' burn it all
wild'n out in the halls
Wake n bakin is my protocol
Girl yo ball control is on kyrie Irving
I'm swervin'
Y'all servin'
smell em
East Los muthafucka I ain't even gotta tell em
Ain't with the yappin' fuck the talkin' (Fuck the talkin')
Pull out the strap and white chalk em
y'all hold up
Never thought Ice Cube would show up
But I'm in the studio gettin' *** up
With a beat from Battlecat, a *** lucked up
I got my hustle down,
brought war to our community
So many bodies droppin', it's gotta stop, I wanna help
But still I'm steppin', keep my weapon, must protect myself
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
Obsessed with all this steppin shit
I got it in my head
But got that angel on my shoulder tellin me this shit won’t last
But I’m like fuck it if
clique
Out the ordinary's fine by me
I do legendary shit with my legendary clique
Out the ordinary's fine by me
By me, by me, by me
By me, by me, by
existence in this cosmic fight
Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law
Giant Ratmen with swords made out
know this money can't get my niggas out the casket
I made a million dollars, still ain't happy
Say she got her tubes tied, bitch, you tryna trap me
my side I know my baby need me home
If anigga get to tripping boom boom straight to his dome
Sweep his block with brooms don't leave no room
Take that
up with Guru, of course
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Bad, bad by law, you no say you're da numba one
don't know too much
Little momma on my line
Yelling at me about bitch
I never fucked
But she must've forgot
When I caught her fucking with
Daffy Duck
She
when I be steppin' out
They don't wanna fuck with DaVinci they know how I get down
Cus I got steppers, they gon' stretch ya, they got weapons when they
Crib on a cliff, on an island with a chef in (ah)
Shout out to my partner Max doin' life (life)
I know we gotta get it wrong to get it right (right)
They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me for the outcome, ban my records, check
With double ? I got a ? in the garage
And ready to mob, so get the fuck up out of Dodge
Before I trip, and slap yo' ass with this new grip
One slip
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
it if it's time
Can't trust these hoes, baby,
I'd rather spend my life with you
Matter of fact, I want some time
If I take you once, I guarantee I'll
we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because the door is closed
you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I'm feelin' the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you 'cuz you's a cutie.
Stuck in my element
Bad B's curving
Rob my mans
For pounds and sterling's
Left right thing
Get hit with a world wind
Miss the crosser
Score that
winter toes
And still steppin' on these hoes in summer clothes
Yeah, I don't get cold like a cold bleed
I'm a cold nigga, nigga, see it by my nose bleed
new tracks
So don't you confuse that
With baby rappers trying to get to my position
Arrange strings w mandolins & violins
Flow on point like 2 PAC
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