Lyrics:
can adapt
I know it's fake love I can tell by the dap
Wooo
OM where you been
OM where you at
I'm back
Heard there's a drought in the hood need to open
a new desk
I get an award they tell me that I'm too blessed
Honestly it just excited my family
I just hide the medicine inside of the candy
Get cured by
playa that love to wreck
I got 25-G's above my neck
when I'm at the Cashattia I love to bet
should I take the Corvette or the bubble lex?
I put diamonds
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
ya'll niggas really bout that, nigga
Put one of you niggas on a t-shirt nigga
For real nigga i'm from the hood nigga
All I see is bodies
Everybody that
and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where
'bout that white girl
Feeling good to be black
Ya whole hood I seize that
Breaking down the, fuck all that feedback
Gone by the morning
I landed soon
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drippin' peppermint Schnapps, with
Six in the mornin'
Awakened by a knock on my door
Grabbed my fo-fo' before I put
My feet on the floor
And yelled "Who is it?"
Peeped through my blind
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
Wouldn't stop it if we could, it's a hood thing
And now I'm like a major threat
'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget
Bring the noise
it’s covered in rust (Covered in rust)
I’m breaking bread with all my niggas even if I get the crust (uh uh uh)
G- Lock like repellent niggas bugs they
better know how to swim (swim)
And get your ass ate the fuck up by the shark with the brim
[Chorus]
Like gang writin' on the wall I'm x-ed the fuck
Ager Man, an Lunasicc surrounded by money an power
You know, you know, you know, it goes down, uh game
[Chorus: x2]
Got the mic I'm gettin'
Bitch I been a "G" all my life
A "G" down to ride
"G's" stay getting high
I'm a "G" 'til I die
A nigga known to bust gats
Take half a day
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
and boys in the hood
that's up to no good when the sun comes down
gotta pick a pocket fill their pockets full of pounds
I'm out for the crown as the king
poke they nose
Block full of hood boogers I just pick 'em fuck they hoes
Steady fuckin' with they bitch, Ima call 'em when I'm close
They don't got no
I'm sippin yike tryna smoke where the light
So slick wit my words dykes will be craving pipe by the night
Its on on sight these rappers my appetite
from the zero
I got from the hood
I only fuck with bad bitches you got me on flee
My money come like flu it’s gone hit you like ah glizzy
Bitch I’m too
expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
act a clown on a nigga for acting hard when he
Not, I'm too hot when it come to this, nigga throw your hood up
Throw your sets off in his face and put
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
Siempre hay algo que decir
Ando por la street haciendo el hustle with my G’s
La calle siempre viene a mi
Solo fue así, así fue como le hice
I’m
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