Lyrics:
me rollin' in the Ghost, Patrick Swayze
Travelin' all across the coast for this gravy
Buyin' gold by the pound, I upgraded
I came from lil' Mexico,
sleeping on these niggas)
You know I'm on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
(We're just creeping on these niggas) Yeah
Fuck
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
2300 Jackson street
Memories of growing up
And working hard
Our childhood passed us by
Mom
we masked it
Y'all best be defeat and be discreet
Catch the hot heat from across the street
Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
Analyze what I toss across
It ain't no love lost
[Shaq]
People know me on these streets playa
I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin'
Just cuz you're an African man
You can still get done by the African gang
I'm in a gaff with tings that bang and I got tings that bang
Them man write
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are getting
And he won't stop and he don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
when His wrath appears and it engulfs
His enemies, then they'll see the "big bang" that results
We rep the Law fulfiller, we are Lambs Among Wolves
We'd
that water if u need floats
Big baby when it comes to Mrs jessi
And you know how i feel bout mrs Helen
Oak Street Nigga I'm So 237
Oak Street Nigga I'm
prang, flo dan too nang
Drive by shooting in a transit bang, bang
Bang sounds of the gunning from my hand
It was all over and the fat lady sang
Here
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya
told moms
We even shared beers, Big Mama my dear
A toast to a woman that raised a man
In popular demand all across the land
You're my lawyer, my
beats
So I can put more product out on the street
Get respect and love all across the board
We've been adored for keepin' it raw
Nothin' less or more,
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
The streets watching
I Big Bang and still bleeding
No dipset but
I'm Killa cam in Killa season
Big straps
And every hammer in arm reach
Hell of drip
across the street
Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you're sweet
Arab sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap
Schoolin'
rappin' niggaz should think
Is you can never get a scratch with Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets over beef you don't compete with uno, you know
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