Lyrics:
go on a ride bring the gloves for the dust
Finger prints got be gone outta sight when we done
Drop a pack and a sale then im going on a run
But I swear
we go on a ride bring the gloves for the dust
Finger prints got be gone outta sight when we done
Drop a pack and a sale then I'm going on a run
But I
Do you really wanna
Ride slide glide
Hit the spot spend a fifty a ten a five
Hit the liquor store for hen b's and fire
Roll slow black magic
the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said
the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
Radio Station KMG, 187 on your dial
And what I want you to do is tune in
At 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys
Total K-oss and Go-Mack
They'll gonna be
the trap we be making it pop
Put the pack in the air and it's right on the dot
If I go to sleep 6 wake up 7 o'clock
I'm the voice of the trap like who coming
drop these suckas
Came up from behind and popped one in the head
Blood and brain all over the pavement, yep, he's dead
The leader of the pack turned
Do everything by myself, but do it better with you
Throw your heels in the trunk we fin go make this move
Hit the road for some months
You know that
to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket
Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas
Pushing big body as L V-12 we get
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
shit without me
Cause that album drop
She don't live without me
Fake niggas can't stand me, you ain't Mob
You ain't my family
Even if you in my family,
Free the yung krew
Aye long live savage nigga
Yea bitch im back
BabySavage B5 lil trey
Whatever you wanna call me
1008
Three backends by the morning
a bit
Need a little top from a down some bitch
2 shots in got her wilding shit
Drop that Addy hope your man don't trip
Got my pack doing backflips
Hide my
the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
than a hockey rink, face of a Saint
Went for a drink ? Hot shots
Would wanna spend those five digit o's, on bimbo's
Bar closed, back to her six double o,
I drop off, on purpose your cookers are worthless
I'm searching goons lurking you jerking I'm turfing
I just got the pack in so call me to purchase
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
setters
Better know they call me Big Steppa, sleep with the four-five
By the dresser, steady going hard, no, I can't let up
Time comin' now, so I gotta keep
rap is like energy pack
Sending me back behind enemy line to rap too melodic
Melodies, never melodramatic but hypnotic like cellos for fellow fanatics
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
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