Lyrics:
On the week end
Nightmares in these streets no dreamin
So Wake up kid
Wake up
Wake up kid
Wake up
Wake up kid
Wake up
What you tryna hide thru the make up
I
you thinkin' you lit
Now we smokin' on nonsense (What?)
I can't go back and forth with a
Kid, if I call up the Cig
Then you know he gon' flock it
'm still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
have some
I go straight to my man J.B. to hit me off
I hit you back, so you won't be at a loss
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
You got kids on the ave
Lickin shots in
the ass?
And I ask you what other nigga, would step up with the love to give her
G's in the house for you and the kids and even for your brother nigga
So one two three four five
Put that big ol' thing in drive
I'ma take everybody by surprise when you start hearin' this shit worldwide
All it takes
me down
Lost friend or 2
The real ones stick around
Had a girl or two
But I ruined that
I ain't even mad
Life is better by the day
Never see me frown
that you need
And I won't
Take two steps back when I can't move
I won't
Put my all in the same box
No I won't drop it all when it gets heavy
I
the back by the couches up inside the cheetah
Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
Brodie off a pill so he itchin jus to squeeze
1 shot 2 shot now mamas cryin on they knees
Shame that they died same place they used to be
Shame he
a orphanage, with all the kids
But I stayed up in the offices 'cause they couldn't get me, off a kid
It's sad when a good mother put hard work
Like wash
awestruck. Haha, the gallery erupts into delight
Random person in the gallery: Go get them champ!
Donald: Yes Yes. I think it would be hard to find in
any
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Then I look up to the sky and see Mufasa (remember)
Went ——— to find myself a Nala (together)
Plus I shoot it from the hip thats why my Hop up (Bop
One, two, three kick it
Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No tell what'cha all gonna
your options for real comparing to me them niggas ain't shit baby
Fuck a relationship, bitch I need a sneaky link
Don't care if you cuffed by a scrub
with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas
feats
Ridin' 4x4, 4x4
Ridin' 4x4, bitch, I'm ridin'
Feel like I died in drive-by like 2Pac
Fly high, just look in my both eyes
Why? Same level
My guy,
[Canibus]
Yo!
Check it, Yo!
I'm faster than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per second to catch me to daily
Fucking on yo bitch on a Wednesday
Got niggas on the block like Dikembe
Keep a 2 3 on me just like Slay
AP I can do this shit all day
Bad kid used
your address, I'll swing by
Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known kid rock
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
To conquer lonely nights
Powerful left but I chose the right
Counter the two step
With a diddy bop and a hot mic
Realists are my type
I appeal to bitches
bops
Might seduce ya like the doubters
Hit me one time
I'll commemorate our founders
So here we go
Shimmy yah, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
I'm looking in
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