Lyrics:
the country grammar, like I love a yellow hammer
Slowed up when I mix red drink, in a strawberry Fanta
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
the mix
Rocks up on my wrists and got haters on my list
How ya like me now cause I'm real
Comin down piece and chain four shiny grills
Gots to bring
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
some pics like Thas really yo guy
But will that nigga show up when it's funeral time
Sic from clout chasing he's the remedy
I just keep it G till the end
can do it like Mixmaster can, come on!
I've got the D-double-O-D-double-O style
Here we go again because it's been a while
Do me a favor, don't touch
(a-one, two, a-one, two)
Break of dawn, break of dawn (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I was born in the Boogie Down catscan
Where my building fell down
Any face with chase attached
Base with cakes - you catch a case
Dealing Wit a feeling of regret you ain't
Bill wit em briefcases on Gates
It's still a G
thang nigga bring yo ass
G's up Ho's down nigga you know the program
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody, no one does it better
No one
to call bluffs
Ladies try lockin' niggaz down like cuffs
It's off the heezy, girl, I like my hair peasy
(Touch me, tease me)
Girl, take it easy
I
a T
Cause I'm kickin' em, kickin' em
Kickin' em like a G
So take heat to a Filipino bandit
While I make 'em understand it
God-diggy-di damn Glaze
You make
to back
Stay real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd
My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like
Took off her pants
You know what I saw?
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, g-get on the mic
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
nigga gon know
All these boys acting like, they can call a stone
Let's break these boys off, and let em know we got it sowed
Mix Tape, Mi-Mix Tape,
the mix
Rocks up on my wrists and got haters on my list
How ya like me now cause I'm real
Comin down piece and chain four shiny grills
Gots to bring
You know just sit there and think
Only time you really gonna get deep into it
Is when one of your friends die
Just like when one of my partnas
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Don't tell me you got funds
Turn instagram to private Otherwise ill find it
Yeah this time its take down Make pounds or break pounds
This time no snakes
in hoes
I roll low-lows, love how it glide and glows
Provided by the fact I supply them O's
I'm the coldest in the streets, that's why they chose
What
to the streets, what you gonna tell us?
You keep talkin' down, girl, you sound like you jealous
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last
Give you some colored surprises
Makin' a time for the bedroom assignments
Like G.R.A.T. keep it a buck
I'm movin' up, bitches stayin' stuck
Give me
Think about
Try to think about it
Almost like you got me over here tripping
26 G’s in the bag
Heavy groceries
Bout a few G in the Lac
That’s how I always
the blastin, it's hard to imagine
Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like bastards
What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come
Do what they do,
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