Lyrics:
the new NWA
The Drac hit harder than Dr dre
Shit make you lean back and rock away
My left wrist brrr, bitch, so icy
Glock in my Girbaud's, yeah up in my
supposed to do with all this pain inside
"Pain"
Pain in my heart,won't you please go away
Pour up the lean,pop a zen,pain go away
"Won't go away"
Walk in
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
every time I'm pullin' up
Dreads in my face so nigga you can't even see the Buff's
Sippin on this lean they like chill for' you get a gut
But It's
coochie why would I put it in her but
Iced out baby she a iced out slut
Break down the game I ain't turning down for nun
Took my 4by4 to the ring
Cross
baby let me kick a little game to you
I've been watching you, watching me
And I know you want it
Come on let me kick a little game to you
Lean against
Back to my old ways, sipping Cobra the same
Got cobra sized blunts still smoking to fade
Fading away
Young killa in the game but he older in ways
Ten
he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you
He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe
Bitch be grinding on me
Don't be hating on me
I just came in the game
I'm not all about fame
I'm just all about ks
She be all on my way
I'm never
'Cause I'm too slick for him to notice it was gone
But I fucked up and scraped his chrome
Now he's tryin' to take my dome
Hangin' out all in front of my
Woah, if y'all wanna know
I've been gettin' to the money, I don't do no bitchin
Yeah, that's all y'all know
Look at me dead in my eye and tell me I'm
Count up the deadz
Pillage in the village then ya
Run off with the meds gone so fast (gone)
Nobody even know what ya said (god damn)
All my shooters turn
guy
Beautiful and I'm so gone
I'll wait for you
So long
I'll lean towards you
So strong
I love all your
Silly games
I need love or
I'll go in sane
want it I grabbed it I learned on my own
I know by the time when get a bit older I'm landing a jet in a new time zone
Covered in ice I feel like I'm
I'm too slick for him to notice it was gone
But I fucked up and scraped his chrome
Now he's tryin to take my dome
Hangin out all in front of my home
I know you gotta
Basket-full of issues
Asking what a Brotha' got to do
To make it in this cruel world
Yea
All is there to see
Take my hand
Lets get
proud of my children
If you off that E pill
Then do the electric eel, then
All my brothas pockets crazy
Yeah for them I kill some
Why you ask me why I
took yo bitch and i poked
My brotha he whippin the stove
Smokin this gas make me choke
Swimmin in money i float
Shorty more wet than a boat
Niggas hatin
girlfriend drives a Honda,
Playin´ workout tapes by Fonda,
But Fonda aint got a motor in the back o´ her Honda.
My anaconda don´t want want none,
Unless you
Sweet, from off the street
My thang like a O' of indo, from Sacramento
Lately y'all been monkeyin', he, call you a bitch
Keep me all up in yo' shit,
Game is mind
So I sit back and recline
You better recognize
I caught them haters by surprise
Game on in the zone
I'm stacking Platinum Plats
Who I be
God for the game
My TV screen off the chain
My bitch, she off the chain
I came from the grain
The sidewalk chalk
The block stay hot
Paranoid,
playing the game
You're to busy playing the game
You're to busy playing the game
Ain't no competition My frame of mind is winning
Set in stone no
the weather reporters
Jiggy my shit, im an artist, im coming in hard and my drip game retarded
Sipping on lean with my niggas, we geeking on stillies, the pints
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