Lyrics:
highway
So recognize my nigga you did it my way
Ice rockin, brick choppin and gun shoppin
I did it all beat cases with Cochran
[Chorus: Pharell]
Homeboy, I
Why do we get judged by the color of our skin
Black, White, and Brown, but we All American
They want us divided that's the
Only way they win i just
Way before the rap, I trapped it out the coal
I didn't know how the water whip, I straight dropped the dough
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
the grung a so dem want fi set it
Yow ghetto youths just louw the gun play
Cah you live by the gun a by the gun you shall pay
Grab a gal and just have a good
understand like I'm speaking Spanish
No habla ingles
Como no dices
La verdad cuando
Para la sabes
Switch it up two languages
Coming your way over subs
Like
runs in my blood, and I'm the guy they require
And these guns bring nothin' but prison and death, still
All my niggas just admire the fire
Bro squeeze
like a 100 pair of them bitches I don't even know which ones to wear
Hahaha
Let's goooo
2020 I fucked around and I found my zone
You be repping by
to walk before you learn to fly
And we all got to earn to die
I'm gettin' grown, I'm gettin' grown
(La la la la la, la la la la la)
Gettin' grown, gettin'
them down
She had no heart at all
No no no heart at all
Ma ma ma ma
Ma baker she taught her 4 sons
Ma ma ma ma
Ma baker to hand them their guns
Of death and not fearin' no evil
So, say I won't do it
Say I won't turn the music up and get to it
Won't come down, H Town all the way
To they town in an old
a real nigga? (I'm a product of a real nigga)
La-la familia (get confronted by a real nigga)
Fuck with one of my real niggas
(It's on like night fall,
thugs try to bust gats at the livest
This life of crime only will shine real survivors
Y'all half-way niggas, I advise you not to try this
So brace
LA
LA LA LA LA
I took philosophy in college it was really dope
The thought of finding God first really gave me hope
But as the days passed by
I started
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
heart at all
(no, no, no heart at all)
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, to handle their guns
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma
and anger can't see a way out
It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say
Gotta find me a future move out of my way
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all
way that you can stop me now
Kept my finger on the trigger
But I turned the gun around
After all the shots you took
Better hope you're bulletproof
can all see that the energy aint true
Such a shame such a shame
Such a shame such a shame
Some die by the knife
Some die by the gun
Some die by their
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
(It's no wonder you would ponder
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
(It's no wonder you would ponder
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
on, yeah, let's do this)
21 gun salute (come on, come on, let's do this)
All the time I be
Hoping my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest
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