Lyrics:
and jacuzzis
We turn up and get loopy
I have fun somebody sue
2 am
Barely feel it
At 3 am
I was tweakin
By 4 am
No weakness
By 5 am
I was peakin
Like
Fucked up
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in
to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs ?, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get it, then get
degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
Yo yo
You bout to be another dead rapper but who know
Maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
We'll see, til then
All I know
we roll
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs
Crew
Taking Gospel to the streets
Yɛna booke room ɛwɔ Heaven
Na mate sɛ hɔ ayɛ vacant
Me nam second Heavens
Mepɛsɛ meduru third Heavens
Na mehu me maker
don’t come
In a pretty melody
And sometimes it’s not followed by cheers
I live how I want so I wanna live
And I give you what you need so in time
You
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
at the concerts
[Baatin]
One, two, the whole world is
Tick tock, tick tock
You live by the clock but I move faster
Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking
Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son
put it on my wrist
It's like I live in a toilet the way that I be shittin'
My niggas never bargain, we stand firm like a sir
I shoot you back two
in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
As just a man
a fo'-five
Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when I come through for you and your crew
tighter group
No TRU and 2, they gotta kill me to fuck with you
I'm an assassin known for getting nasty
Show me who the niggaz are and watch me start
lose
I been outside all day yeah bitch hanging with my crew
And one aint enough so we brought them in by two
Yeah the diamonds storming like a typhoon
in to see y'all stories
If you zoom in, that shit is boring
I don't move less that bag there for me
Boy I'm 2 live
The crew is too nice
I'm winning 2
Two
No mac I improve
My beats and rap
For the fans and the crew
Who
Always raising the roof
While I'm raising the bar
Live life like a star
Yeah
Now I'm
me back
But somehow we still ain't talking (talk)
That been hurting me often
Shortie gon' move
I'm with the crew
Prolly gon' hit it by two, yuh
I beat
ego.
I get visions like stevie and coleco,
Give me two thousand live people
One late show no sequel.
Ain't no equal in the flesh
I been through more
represent them killers cause they in my crew
[Chorus x2]
[Da Hound]
I just hit the streets with my beer
Them niggaz know what time it is
Clear up
you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA
I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA
I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em
tell by the trumpets
Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost two hundred
Get out your chair, the season
I know I got religion
I belong to the laws and crew
You see we fought when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh
(Have you been tried-)
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