Lyrics:
Bottle poppin people drinking
Hit the blunt and keep on chiefin
All tore up and we ain't leavin
Are you turnin up this weekend
Bottle poppin people
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
respect
Ain't the silent type at all, keeps it blunt and direct
So if you're trynna catch up put some hunts in your step
[Verse 2: Mic Anthony]
I
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just ciph you know what I'm sayin'?
Ciph,
out on his staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup from the borough
You get hurt up, Word up, Jammed like Pearl
Knock off from
out on his staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup from the borough
You get hurt up, Word up, Jammed like Pearl
Knock off from
shaka's
Small head-build, means you the small-time nigga
With small thoughts, and small means, of gettin' small figures
By all means, expedite, "Live
is new
Plus those you know we keep two
And we clubbin'
Rich money got a bottle and he waitin' to trip
(G.I.B.)
Ol' G posted with a blunt to his
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet
Then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
Way like them
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
Out to the raving crew
Out to the raving
Out to the raving
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
Where
around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew
when we CRUISE x2
VERSE 3:
the kid raps like lasers, sharp like rasors
rollin up my weed and some ?gos see
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
More problems
But I keep it 99 plus 1
If I had a 9 by my side
3.5 in the blunt
Could I barter with the cat for my tongue
If I had a nigga with cash
Who's
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
don't give a damn
Bullets soaked in oil so the Tec can't jam
Sippin on Carribean run, cocanut juice
Smokin on that chocolate stick
Open up two bottles
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
popularity grew, in each state
Now I got two in each state
Used to drink brew and eat steak
Now I pop bottles with models, larger steaks on large estates
"Make
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
shit hard as fuck)
Y’all live for bitches and blunts I live for the crew
How I did the percolator I took two (ooh go head)
I don’t know nun bout damn
to LA, On the Way to LA
Two Men are Left, the Captain and I
No Fearless Crew, No Fearless Crew
Strong Will to Live, A Need to Survive
No Fearless Crew
sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin', music
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