Lyrics:
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
heat now
And I ain't in the mix
Movin' P's and keys now
'Cause I could make a hunnit-thou
Fuckin' with beats wild
You not in my ball game
You dudes is
Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker
Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a
I take curr
Tru G's
See me and P and see
See expeditions with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't
boyz from tha dec get down
ain't forgot about tha ville got um oh so down
and when its time to get wild represent yo town
get wild
CHORUS
if you down
dreadlocks yea
I tell her fix her face no botox yea
P I aint Pete but I come wit the rerock yea
Bandana on my glock like I'm tupac yea
Baby gone drive
You’re now listening to a real one baby
The Wurthiness is now televised
Sometimes improvised but towards any occasion I’ll rise
Emanating a style
SOSA,(DIRTY MONEY BOYZ) BITCH
They calling me drizzy I'm up in your town
If you fucking with me I'ma give you the crown
Theses niggas they goofys
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
You better get ready to move your toes
So get up,
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
You better get ready to move your toes
So get up,
Soul music we driving this you liking when we rocking this
MUSICAL APOCALYPSE
We no'in to be messed with
I Told you boyz we no's to be fucked with so
Picture me draped up like Bun B
I'm sick off you dummies not keeping it trill yeah
Pimp C, I'm pushing P
Proper preparation will prevent people from playing
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in,
night shotgun we ride
P-O P-I-M-P-I-N
[Verse 1:]
Fire up a swisher sweet hop off in my jeep got my throwback on
On the celly phone I done bump this chick
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
or silly friends
She ain't got no time for those crying game
Sick and tired of your bullshit and your lying man
Your baby's mine man
Now she's on my team
when sh hits the fan you know it ain't the same
But jsp got shot by his son and that was pain
It's a big rich town where the tower is a crain
But we're
(Four different patients)
(Give me the loot, swear down, I'm impatient)
And when bro got down
R.i.p., now you gotta sleep with one E-Y-E or D-I-E
my trunk and let's see what I have to sell
I got the dope, if you ho's got the paper
And if you a faker then you'll meet your fuckin maker
'Cause
You just start visitin spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly
[P. Diddy]
Come on now
[Loon]
Definitely real, spend
next day i'm posting bail
735, 700 Prince Of Wales
Real Agg baby, Man I know this ring a bell
Tell my partna lay me down before I ever fuckin tell
Tell
Tru G's
See me and P and see
See expeditions with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't
spilled it on my shirt
Baby come and get it off me
Fantasizing about the one that God might send me
He has the final say when my life Is on empty
I don't
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