Lyrics:
On A Motorcycle Johnny Tran
Niggas Keep Hating We Gone Turn They Name To A Strain
Niggas Hating Ima Turn His Name Into A Hood
I Just Had To Put A Nigga Life
sound like Philip Bailey
You rappers don't faze me with the rough talk
Boy, you better back up and pack up
Before I load the mack up
I swing with
The Bell, got a house by the Bayside (Bayside)
Yea I'm livin' like that (like that), and I'm ridin' like that (like that)
Boy I'm ridin' like that
[Hook:]
We live (we live)
This how we livin', yeah (this how we livin' yeah-yeah)
We on in five (five-five)
Now watch us get it, yeah (yeah)
We
my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like +Cuban Links+
Breakin' down +Cash Money+ like +Baby+ do
it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy)
You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board
I'm a live wire, hoolahoop barb wire
Run
There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women (mmmkay)
But it's when you do these things too much
That you've
to live my past
You ain't go what I had to go through to get cash
(You don't know)
You don't know what on my mind
(You don't know)
You ain't have to do my
said they had an informant
I'm back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
But
Hit the real neimen
Top floor we shopping
Boy this drip one of the reason she dick hopping
Blowing by the Ps show me what you coppin
If it's beef we
prayer beads
under the alias of a dead member of the New York Dolls
The Stiff Boys! C'mon Dee Dee!
Can I get an amen for Johnny Thunders?
Can I get
couldn't eat meals
Came a longway from the Hill
Working hard put me in a mill
Hate that my boy Trey got killed
This just a life a nigga live
Come from zero
me if I want to dance (at all)
Pistol on my side if it get live, hope it don't want a chance (yeah)
Uh, laid up by the water, I just want a tan (tan)
They say "Cash" boy you back in the game
Yeah, never came out
I hop on stage
With two twin choppas
White beater
And my chains out
We was cruisin in
they get to sinkin'
Hoppin' out on feet, passion pit, I take a walk
Machine gun stays by my side like I'm Megan Fox
Them boys playin' air guitar,
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me
" niggas know what time it is
(baby
hard, like bing bong pow
Im from the south, don't farm, but I'm still a cash cow
With my boy lil khemics boutta tear up the town
And my boy cz boutta take
a smash, blast
How long will it last 'til the poor get more cash?
Until then, raise up
Tell my young black males, blaze up
Life's a mess don't stress,
Check
uh
At twenty four
I got only a guitar and a dream
A few bucks
And some clothes to my name
A couple of girls who love me
While I dey think about
Say they gave the wrong young nigga money
You funny i don't know a nigga by Cinco
Boy your real name Johnny
Seen my little brother with McQueen
Then
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rollie, rose gold cost 40
Platinum twenty-one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I'm screaming
bears
Homie, that sound like a snack
I can't keep myself composed
How you settle for a stack?
I been talkin' to my God
He said, "Boy, I got your back"
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
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