Lyrics:
up
Show em up
Roll it ups
Smoke it up
Hold it bruh
If you in the back of the LAC
With half of a sack
And you mastered the act
Of rolling blunts with
Still made my way brick by brick
To the top pass the tip
This can't be good as get
Fear nun what you scared of
Grip the cutta like a bear hug
Lost him
Off to college full of knowledge I'm a pure holder
Stop by my moms to get full hold of
Another hug by my sister who I love
By my mom who still hustle
[Featuring Spice 1]
Verse 1 (C BO)
We got the warehouse packed from Lamborginis to Lacs
More ruby an flame pack than metro rap
Got keys
meaning, hey
Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
to a bird
When she fly by
I wanna rock you back to sleep
Like beddy-bye-bye.
Bounce in the 'lac
With your hand on my leg
Throw your bags in the back
tuck the 380 before I jet
Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo)
Communication device dun went off twice
Should I answer
Bring it on!
[2Low]
Cover your dome or feel a motherfucking glock
The rugged child is in the house, I'm letting off shots
Biggity bang biggity
to knock
So just come in
So pour another round
Another shot for you, another for shot me
And here's to what we have
Before we even knew before we leave
a little fun
Or two by two, we see through
One by one we stand alone, two by two we have another to call our own (ooh yeah)
As an individual, we stand alone
Yeah yeah, you know who its
You know what's going on here
You even know where it's going on yeah
Yo is this another beat by retro
Ha ha, say no more
life by the gun
I'm just another one I'm just another one
I'm just another crazy vato product of the streets
Chicano rapper turned into a motherfucking
Sins of my father trickled down to me
Moral lines blurred by the bad bitches surrounding me
Not so distant cousins reaching out to me
Telling me
Big Bodies by Body Head Bangerz
Intro:
Old school, lacs, delta 88's, box chevy caprices, monte carlos
We takin it all the way back
Hook:
big
at the green light go gettin money just to blow
I get tah ridin' in them Lac's , don't
Leave the crib without something that click clacks
Hit my boy on his
found peace micro dosing the teachers
Another gram, I logged off the gram
Then dipped to the ether
Here's a cap relax
Don't collapse
Gotta tune in
load up
And come looking
But on another note juice album
I understand you dropping single
After single man
You give' em a lil taste man
You getting they
Yeah, you must be a motherfucking fool
To think
We ain't staying on this underground shit
Trae the Truth nigga, Asshole By Nature
Slow Loud
patience runnin' thinner
Backstabbed by her friend Katrina
If your life is tasting bitter
My boy Jack can make it sweeter
This that, this that, shake it,
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
can hear it when I walk by
The room is moving side to side, I'm feeling hypnotized
Getting faded in the Phantom, ain't no stopping a riot
These
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