Lyrics:
bionic, you see?
Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I
Till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my
My pants second I'm double cup
South side hustle inside
Hustle outside I don't give a fuck
I might be
Listen, let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
You know lot of thingz in life
Which the people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together
your back on the Kings, our team's too fuckin strong
Be the second loced loady settin it off in the session
There be no second guessin D-Loc is who you
shit Imma collapse
They tellin me it ain't good for my health
Thinkin signin a deal,
Be fucking for real
Bands up, bitch, get your bands up
Getting my
shit seem real second rate
Open minded never tryna debate
Ain't no sides when you fuck with our fates
Taking life from Mozambique to Kuwait
God's
tired by then, so I take a nap
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock is ticking
OK, now it's 7 a.m
I get my clothes
I get in the car
My mom's sweet enough
things and walk to the harborside
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out
things and walk to the harborside
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out
string, Am7
Afraid to let you down by my imperfections
I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough
Verse chords
I know I’m losing you
When I hear our song and can’t
satan who won't let us be
Our only hope's your victory
Kill that satan who won't let us be, kill
You're the keeper of the seven keys
That lock up
as I almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
I didn't know the number still answered the call by choice
Quickly remembered once I heard that voice
gold
Conquer, advance, go and get the band (Band)
Go go go go
Gangs all here it's a Coochie cram
Try and test our team
Conquest crew
With Knight
the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought you knew, but yet and still
You want to get real, now
Gods)
The way that we lifting up our whole damn mob by letting it fall (lift up the mob)
Cuz being a savior ain't complex (you know it's not)
It's just
that your energy can match mine
I convinced my crew to roll uptown in fab style
We're in an uber now
We're going to see you at The Shrine in a second
I
Calendar hanging up in my room
I walk by it like every afternoon
Even when I don't try to
Had a Marker held by a string
All the fun came easily
Then
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
crew, just me and my homeboy Stu
Sevens the second I got my chucks
And I just got a deal so I don't give a fuck
I walk through the line, yeah a few
think's he's coppin' a diamond
I'll spit a second death sentence 'cuz
My bars are hard as iron
You're more a dead weight than
The one I'll bash your fuckin'
has a cause and effect
But I first test the mic with the 1-2 check
The hip-hop world made the Juice Crew orphans
Gained our respect sealin' up much
some Hell
Why don't we let our
Handiwork speak for it'self
Turret activated with my verse deployed
By the time you set up your sentry
You'll see your
sack
Impact upon contact
Blast from the hash
Closed my eyes for a second
Found myself in a strange land
I seen microphones hangin from the sky
Instinct
we rollin’
We bakin’ all year round
We stackin’ these bands
This cash in our hands
Our feet in the sand
We Grindin’
Stay Workin’ all-day
No games that
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