Lyrics:
Kasinova! (Kas the don) 2Pac!
('Bout to clear this whole shit out)
2Pac to Kas, KPrince to 'Pac rraah
Rraah rraah
On your block it don't stop
There
two step
I take a picture, so where the crew at?
I hold my wrist up, I do my two step
I take a picture, and then I groove back
I just made a big break
Came a long way
I got big bottles I've been drinking all day
Man, we hold it by the fifth
Got the spliff and the doshier
Got a click full of soldiers
a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin' in Jesus' name.
by 2
All my homies lit
Wooh
Model type hunnies
Ain't No cuffing here
Only ride with duva's
Turn up til the morning
Getting Geeked up
Shots in
phone
Two
Wrongs make a right
See you on your side
From the bottom of the bottle
Two
Electric tone lives
Aiding to your strife
From the bottom
man, I make this shit look easy
Hit total wine
Grab two bottles of that German Riesling
I just wanna live well off,
while I'm sipping' on this perfer
With your nice curves & thin waist
You're like a coke bottle
& by the way the you walk & way you dress
It's like I'm wit a model
& when I get you all
And I know these stories were
Sailed way before me toss a note in a bottle
And hope that it helps
I'm so damn lucky to have an all-star crew
Some stoic,
in the ruins do you want to get chewed up?
shut em down one round when the crew is up
don't pop( 1 2 ) combination get a swift violation
life a movie
And you only live once
That's how I'm moving
I need two big blunts
This s**t ain't pulling
I need that s**t to hit my lungs
I'm smoking
anytime we pass through,
(Telephone ring) Hello Poochie Lu,
It come in like mi slam two a di gal dem inna yuh crew,
And by the week fi done mi affi
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
You’re always on my mind
Your love's one of a kind
It’s crazy how the time
Goes on and on
I’m on
One shot
Two shot
Three shot
Go
Four shot
Five shot
You know me well, blow the L
I burn blunts with Jesus and Satan
Smoke in holy Hell
Tattoo in my blood stream, that blue
Green, got me stuck on these,
in your face
Pussy poppin' (Ayy), bitches topless (Ayy)
Album droppin' (Ayy), Barney shoppin' (Ayy)
Bottles poppin' (Ayy), Rolex watchin' (Ayy)
One xan’s all I need,
2 grams double dat please,
4 grams double dat please,
8 grams double dat please,
Old friends in my blunt,
Click clack then
of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you
They love it when that coroner describe you
Toe tag, was tagged by four rags for cold cash
on the grind
I said, just rep it, said
Man, that boy ain't even claimin' six
Let's do a three
Smokin' on this blunt
I gotta roll it up like two-time
Man, I
a punt
It's nothing to let go of people Ion trust,
I'm sorry I'm just being blunt
EN on top of the game,
You know I'm the Don,
You think you the one
of you or you
I just want to be a part of one two, the one two
[Verse 2]
Get off the stage, smack your crew
Real friends wouldn't let you act like a fool
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
Foxy there too, how we do?
Hit trees Cristal bottles, breeze tropical spread love till we wobble
It's time to give let the kids live comfortable
Hope you're enjoying your ride through Wonderland
I am your flight attendant Boss Lady
Turn your bottles upside down and your blunts in an upright
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