Lyrics:
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
runs in my blood, and I'm the guy they require
And these guns bring nothin' but prison and death, still
All my niggas just admire the fire
Bro squeeze
phone, that's how I start the motherfucker (uh)
Gun on my hip, got aim like an archer, motherfucker (brrr)
I be swingin' through new york like Peter
of monsoon
Will be upon us soon, my love
Both men were bombardiers
Pale sirens tongued their ears
You were the smoking gun
Concealed by everyone, my love
But
And leaving by myself
Thats why its hard to make friends they swimming in the shallow
When I’m in the deep end like edge of a barrel
On my smith and wesson ADHD
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
want the world and you want it now, oh my, oh my
Life's a bitch each pearlative as time slips by
Under the gun, you call that fun, slip into neutral
on the Westside, Westside
(Fly niggas, getting by)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly bitches, fly bitches)
For my niggas up north of course
(Fly and getting
hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit
a little fun,
And as she walks through the door just like a smoking gun.
She hollers, Hey man, won't you pour me a drink?
You know without my old man I'm
Me and the crew are sending this out to all the rooskie population
Peoples in NY, Detroit, LA, Chicago, Seattle, San Fran, San Diego
Stand up
suicide
Take your L & fuck your pride
On my dick you better ride
All these bitches I son'd
Minds a son of a gun
Ima keep it a hun
I run LA Natalie nunn
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of La Banda Corbari were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
Institutionalized I never gave a fuck about my freedom
Gun a pussy down up in the street and then we leave em
I ain't gonna stop until the minute he stop breathing
sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin', music
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (uh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin',
Man
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we wept
When we
be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I
words yesiree that's me bamboozled
Out of my whisps but the thrill of it fits like a glove
(Bamboozled bamboozled by you)
Heaven open the door I ain't
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
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