Lyrics:
song
They play 'em wild as a herd of horses
Rumbling through the open plain
If I throw you down a back road
Dumped you in a honky tonk
You'd never wanna
it's a three be like that
Tell his ass to come right back to the block with a gat
Standing out in the track with a bumma hard
Bumming weed into
but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (Hell no!)
I treat humans like students (Fail y'all)
So
Jersey's turnpike
I send a kite, wit a hundred in your money order
Hol' it down in your cage see you back at headquarters
Everything is fine LA blow spots
Khakis and black chucks
I put a bullet hole
Dead in yo jeep
You'll find tha back of your head
Is scattered all up in the street (Blaugh)
Two reasons
Number
by deeezzz
Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis
Call the cops please cause this muthafucka smell
The ringin' in my ear sound like hell's bells
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
incarcerated for packing a nine
Now history repeat itself, there's black on black
Check my backround, there's evidence just hide it's back
Eliminate all
exortin, killin, or writin rhymes
Me and my clicka slicka
Me rujer that's me chicka
Me love to finga freaka
So listen to her speaka
We burnin down the block
more money than the mothafucking president
I remember in the days being raised
A skinny lil nigga on the block with french braids
Thirteen when I
steps
Where ever you may be
I'm from SD bitch, southern Cali
Where homies run up in bunches
Beat you crutches in the back of an alley
Call me Daddy
When
shaking up your spot
Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops
You want to be a G, want to be just like me
Face the consequences, stay sucker
And watch yo back fo the shark
Nigga cold-hearted
We got bakin soda
All the way down in minnesota
We got bakin soda
Down in minnesota
I got a fetish for
ran up the block and stuck 4
You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door
Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros
You
just stank
Make me go crazy
Fucking back , kicking it
Like I'm fucking lazy
I like that sticky green
Lighten up my Christmas tree
So fuckin fly
it and set it
I'll be the man that giving it to you
All night gal know by the gate men a fight
Hey!
Won't you yank on some of this Cali?
Sip
I was born in the heart of Dublin
Back when being gay wasn't cool
Made get on our knees every Sunday with the other fools
We were warped by
across the equator with something major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone
Minds blown by the millions jus' for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just
let da gucci loafers an da polo sweater make ya think I'm boogiey 'cause you kno better
(chourus)
I'm southern by blood not realtion you got a problem
of hip-hop errors
Not just the block but the heart's what hip-hop mirrors
Somebody told me that we're not naughty
I objected and directed their attention
From bloods at night in Kings, to bounce back to Queens
Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limousine
Pop the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno
shaking up your spot
Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops
You want to be a G, want to be just like me
Face the consequences, stay sucker
and killas out here waiting on me
To retrieve my goods and leave me stinking in a back wood
Heavenly father have mercy on me, in these struggling times
Mujer
Tu sabes bien
Que Te quiero
Y por tu Amor
Yo si que muero
I saw you kicking back down the block
You stole my breathe I couldn't talk, couldn't walk
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