Lyrics:
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
the mic. Cowboy controlled the crowd incredibly and mcing got redefined by my elder Bizzy B. The stories I tell are all very real. Cause my MC traditions
now
Tell you my story, I just hope they see the glory in me
The love be fake, the hate be real
I know that they pretending
When shit go down
Nobody up
make suits sue me, ah
Nine to five like Uzi stepping down from racks
I'm with my fucking guys and gals, pussy
I don't take it like a ride or die 'cause
Slauson pocket rocket on me
Hell yeah I stay cautious
Getting top from the bitch
I'll be gone by the morning
Drop the top off this bitch
Hell yeah it's
be known I'm troublesome
(Troublesome nigga)
(Outlawz)
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin' rhymes and bullet
All you niggas die
Troublesome
need to conquer
Star studded they coming they coming to capture
And release
Maybe they are motivated by the force
Of mother nature
I don't want to be
throwin' rocks at passin' cars
Baby didn't listen, so like a priceless work of art
He got snatched by his papa who then opened up the closet door
of doors
Man, you're big enough to be an athlete so
You ever play any sports?
Just a little figure skating
Why don't you come up to the house and
Play some
coming his way breaks and stops short
cnd now he's out of sorts and you can see he's sorta nervous
Walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
to seeing the truth now
Daddy broke the door down to snatch the knife out
Do you know the way to get to freedom, freedom oh
Do you know the way to get there?
the sound of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
bitch to wipe me down
Schoolboy, bitch
Put pistols over cap and gowns
Niggas be saying they hot shit
They ain't fuckin' with me?
H three then it's power
gettin' now
Roll down the window and let the beat slap Alan Wayne and Strange you can't beat that
That's what it's all about boy
Don't be hatin'
knows only one knows
Been doing a lot of bad things behind these closed doors
Need you in my life, wanted more
Need somebody like you
Need somebody like
with cartel locos
On a yacht floating off the coast of Acapulco
Senoritas on the deck with their ass out
Hoes will always be around when you cash out
number one we've just begun to hurt her so
And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low
And when we get to lesson three when she gets down
gets down on her knees
Begs you to stop at the door just before she comes a-part
Oh, this is the way we make a broken heart
Now we've made a trail
straight line's the crookest way anywhere
So don't be swayed by these fools
Live your life right, baby pa, you know the rules
Never ever show disrespect
gonna waste no more time
Tryna find a dime, when it's all gonna be mine
Let em shine, I'ma give it all back, hold it down
Something special, yeah it
to go out and get it, All I had was a plan to succeed
I watered the soil, I dug the hole long before I planted the seed
Somebody told me live by the word
Chorus:
Tell me would you like if I, took you home with me tonight umm somebody's gonna be jealous tonight yeah yeah yeah, i can see you fighting off
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