Lyrics:
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
I got hit by the contact, now the cars all packed
I torch these tools to show you what I got on wax
You bad Xanny dealer, you ain't got bars like
back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
to the stage
Come on
You're all welcome to hell's roadway
First family style
Buck ass wild
What ya say
Billy Danze:
Get ya
Hey yo, ain't you the one that was talkin' crazy to me other day on Rain Ear
(Yeah that was me, what you gonna do about it Mix-A-Lot?)
Rushin' up
beat ya till ya stagger and ya teeth chatter
You'll be goin through convulsions as I flash data
Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper now what's
real ya know I got ya back
JG-Z, Momo beats, laying down a hot track
I got the flow I bring the heat
Ya find me rolling round down Wagon Creek
I hustle
on a regular
I hustle hard whether up in the Yooooo
Or up in the streets im ahead of ya
I'm on my grind, out the gate
And they say the early bird's getting fed
Simpler desires as their payload came sweet
Boosters upsell counterfeits, but profits are authentic
Racking up by any means, that capital incentive
The hood
me on my vacation?
Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
So I'm askin' who is it?
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
own thing
Invested in a mic, no more dope but, I keep slangin'
Gotta hustle, gotta keep my game tight, it's game night
Test me, you gon' find out what
Hook:
Samm Sosa:
On the phone with my migo
Ya know we talking a lot
What our conversation about
cy say my nigga a lot
D Streetz:
I got the work
takin' a chance
Because I rock with flavor, hard as lifesaver
You asked for dope, ha...that's what I gave ya'
A chance to go but now you move too slow
My
(Kah)
Lifestyles of the Rich.
Get your hustle on young boy
'till you get it.
Ain't shit change
But the way that we living.
We legendary niggas
Doing
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Just lookin' back at the world
From another level, ya know what I mean?
Starin'
Multiple gunshots
to nothing, Muthafuck
Em till the day that I die bitch
I’ma hustle
I'm in the gym sh*t i'm working
Out, phone ringing what is
This about, the plug knocked
Nigga
of this life of mine
You see, the lady I choose must like to cool
In a freak's cut bikini by the pool
Havin' good times, that's what we'll be doin'
mind
The streets Raised a gorilla
My granny raised a king
And Imma get mine by any fuckin mean
What's wrong with my haters y'all taste grit
A couple
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
life been spent
Got the G ass limpin' when I left San Quent
So I thought to myself
"T-Dubb ya need some direction"
I hooked up with the posse
Now we're
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Just lookin' back at the world
From another level, ya know what I mean?
Starin'
Multiple gunshots
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
hard to copy
Heard of my name Kakashi, uh yeah
Lightning blade looks saucy, cut
You up like Hibachi, uh yeah
Gonna protect my posse
No matter what it
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