Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Where the 40's at?
And the MICKEY'S
How y'all feel out there?
WASTED!
That's what they say.
Suburban - ....to the K
Useless - Hopeless Crew
Watch
for FTK; make it two on two
I can tell by your hips that you got some skills
And a one night contract's in the deal
So, get a workout; if you know what
it nigga, for real
[Hook] X 2
[Snoop Dogg]
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip but most
Blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt
Only way I can forget you
The only the moment I don't have my gun to my temple *2
Blunt after blunt after
Tryna take a picture
'Fore it get too late, needa post up on Insta
Gram goin' ham, got two grams in the swisher
Bottle from the top with these
Soup
bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
So tell that gangster
One night got me two hoes
Two hoes got me four bottles
Four bottles cost me eight racks, all of that I'll make back tomorrow
Eight racks cost me four
atmosphere surrounded by satellites (space)
Bottle up sparks & energy bout to ignite (sparks)
Light up the blunt we in the clouds call it skylight (clouds)
role model, role model
(I'm trying the best I can be)
I still be drowning on a beer bottle; smoking blunts while I pack hollows
(Sippin on my forty)
And couldn't live without
For days on months
So I'll open the door
Hoping it hits your ass on the way out
Scream and shout my name
When he's eating you out
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
Dont kill my mood, you see i feel myself
I think i found some peace within myself
Dont kill my mood, you see i feel myself
Me and my crew we
winning cuz they know
This is what I do
They just wanna see me lose
Bag some bitches with my crew
Smoke a blunt or maybe 2
I know what bitches love to do
off too much, be off too much drugs
I don't even think I can get by no more I just fill my cup, just spark my blunt up
I don't even really wanna say too
Puff Pass hold and get stoned
Neat flame shots big bud blunts
One shot downs over dozy stunts
Weekend funs includes two old monks
On the way to get
Been down for the crew, Through times when they tough
Broke down in the pockets, Getting it out the mud
Fast forward in time, The money stack up
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
That’s why these little bitches never get nothing from me
I just chill laugh smoke blunts with the crew
Trying to ruin my life well it ain't nothin new
Too
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
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