Lyrics:
loca, ropa, dopa
Hit 'em with a smoka, pick a place to dope up
I pledge allegiance to the House for which it stands
We got some ghetto ass niggaz,
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
funky, coka, loca, ropa, dopa
Hit 'em with a smoka, pick a place to dope up
[Chorus - Kokane w/ voice]
I pledge allegiance to the House for which it
time, only hit it one time
Got her doin' face beats every time I come by
A nigga got her tongue-tied, lookin' for a fun time
Said she wanna nibble on my
the ones pull they fucking triggas
It figures, the phone rang
Homie brang some bad news
Tellin' from the tone of his voice
My nigga had the blues saying such
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
on you
Finesse em bitch I pull the shit out the roots
I Catch em I get em and bring em to tru
No Timberland you can get pop like a boot
I’m feeling it she
(Chorus)
These woods we goin in'em deeper-
We got whisky and premo reefer-
Bond fire by the speakers-
Bettys everywhere gone and meet'em-
So
you came to hang, well i bet
4, or 5 crooks are here, we brang sweat
Smokin till you caint get no higher
If the twins in your city its gonna be
wit that fed time
Double R, bitch that's redline
Pocket full of them dead guys
Shot gonna fuck em up every-time
Step hard when it's pressure, can't fuck
they pulled up to spray him
Why the hell he aint fire
They pulled up to paint em
Gun his hand but the shot he aint take it
Back of his mind guess he
person
Don't even try it
Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make'em bang-bang
Make'em all move
Do
doing, like
Like I don't know, fuck 'em
What's a man without some
Principles to stand by?
A good girl beat a bad bitch by a landslide
They'll never know
First Verse [B.G.]
Is you bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't
rap what I live
So they know it's legit
Used to keep a eight ball with
My ho on the year
Where you goin' Blood? We hangin' out
Brang 'em out
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
Gon' call yo faggot ass friends on my property
I'll prop my muhfuckin pipe, then I pop at 'em
The day that you pop out, it's gon' be an atrocity
Fuck up
doing behind this fame and what brang em doe
Linking with sides if we slide they die I ain't aiming no
Shooting it high cause i want they mind i ain't
a hoax!
Lean turnt up, brain burnt up
Who brang the bag of smoke?
What's tucked up will leave you fucked up
Blow a whole in your throat!
It's fucking
to maintain
Fallin on my knee’s beggin God, help me to brang change
N to gain aim, but da main thang
I ain’t have a pot to piss in or window to throw it out
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up
alot of people away from God gotta brang em back. Its my responsibility cause he done saved ya boy from dyin, man I don't deserve it his Love for me still
em by your copper
In the new phantom, phantom is a dropper
Cash I got a lot you mad cuz you are not the talk up in the streets
And mad cuz you are
of the Lean and by the barre
I spit a couple bars but I catch them by the dozens
Take'em out by the loads and I keep on dumpin
Body slouched over and slumping
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