Lyrics:
run with O.G.C.'s n shit
We'll FUCK your ass up too word up
Bummy Jab Mr. Perfect equals Perfect Jab
Word is bond
This whole shit's played
apagando, apagando vela'
Apagando, apagando, apagando, apagando
Apagando, apagando, apagando vela'
'Toy fumando, bebiendo y escuchando Rock n' Roll (Huh)
Quieren ser
figure di merda che fai live
Stringo i denti senza bite
Spingo 'sta merda di strada (?)
Ya, I know, siamo rock'n'roll
Mad Max alla Fury Road
Gang bang
the winners be
I'm taking over
Sounds glide like genocide I'm Never sober
Write my rhymes when roll up
So much colder while
While you bounce into the Luna
rock a show with wireless
Verbalize in the chrome dome into the abyss
Servin' hard not for the money yet divinely employed
Writin' checks by the word
They got the money and we get the blade!
And then things get out of control...
Just back off! Some heads going to roll!
My soul is on fire! I'm
a roadman
Just look at the way that I roll fam
I stay dolo on the strip, coz I'm all I really need
And my minds kinda clear since I packed in the weed
I'm
for that lizzy, lost my bro I swear my heart aches
Whipping up the grizzy won't go until my arm breaks.
**************
bang your cells, free my n
this
Might catch a bang in your jaw that leave you toothless
I take the top out the car we cruising ruthless
I'm all surrounded by winners don't fuck
yehh)
Mhan I dey pray lowkey make blessings no pass me by
Epe n fo ka kiri, rora se ko ma lo fori ko
Oluwa ni olusho aguntan mi, ma a se je
I hadda slow down
But I got me a homie still slanging the drought, told em this how it go
Get me sum product you go onna roll
You sell outta product
love
Shouts to the W's, SWANS, LANES and A.P.B.'s
FIVE LINE BOUNTY HUNTERS, B.P.S. and the I.N.G.'s
?? I can't forget about the CRENSHAW MAFIOSOS
And all
bang'
Sei weiter underground und brenne deine Sampler
Gib mir eine Chance, sodass ich rapp' und ich rapp' wie ein Gangster
Wer ist jetzt besser? Wer
bang'
Sei weiter underground und
Brenne deine Sampler gib mir eine Chance
Dass ich rapp' und ich rapp' wie ein Gangster
Wer ist jetzt besser, wer hat das
of twiztid wraps
Make you feel like you got
Hit by a basеball bat
This ain't nothin but the real
What you know bout that
Think I'm about to get peeled
Like
of the road
Gettin' harassed by po-po's
Bucktown
Home of my be -see-see
And everybody that I roll with, the family
Boot Camp's the way of life for a loner like
else,
Where I peep thugs,
Have drugs to sell you,
Don't fuck wit the L-you-N-I-Z that's what they tell you,
Peep the murder we wrote,
We roll
your head to that gangsta swang
Swiggity swang where we hang where we bang
In the side of the city by the sea
Simply known as Long Beach
As I creep
When
Instead of doin somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how he's done it but my lawyer is a gee
would you take, and what would you leave
I see an old lady holding the door
As I tumble out my wheel chair
And roll to the floor
First thing in
starting to memorize jokes from Cap'n Billy's Whiz Bang? (Trouble, trouble)
Are certain words creeping into his conversation (trouble, trouble)
Words like,
purse
Is where i be stashin the burner
If these Niggas wanna try me
Try me
Fucc round
End up murdered
Fuccin wit a fast learner
Then i hit the dash & roll
fuck on that shit drink it away Pour a pint roll a spliff
Paradox when I rock and I got plenty of styles don't take it so serious kid
Hook:
Dump a clip
If ya think that ur dark im darker/ Big flo father/ punch man up like Tyson did wilder/
Big fat Spliff I roll it and spark up/
Kung fu tongue I'm
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