Lyrics:
that Ford Runner, jumpin' out with my steel (QRN)
Blue double-R (uh), I might go and cash out on a brand-new 'Lamb truck
Grippin' my Glock, that TRX,
scream or will you laugh?
Little baby blue bird, eyes turn black
4 and 20 gory pantone black crows shredding innards
The silhouettes are fencing lefty
Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip
Ayy, draped my dawg in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas
gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point
[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket,
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Morehouse business,
It ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
Super bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
We mack hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
From here
rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando and I woke up this mornin'
With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me
New money, blue money, I'm
or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by, niggas better know that
girl blow three or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by
we got some (got some)
[Chorus: x4]
[Master P]
Nigga, bout it bout it ha ha
Snoop Dogg, Master P, and the whole No Limit mutha fuckin family
could beat you with my lefty (Huh)
Try to mix the red and blue
Now the logo look like pepsi
I've been going crazy
7 days i do this daily
Im a lyric
restless
See the sunset like I'm in California
Smokin' that gas like I'm in California
Pitchin' shots on me, I'm all your charmers
Pitchin' shots on me, I'm
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
(got some)
[Chorus: x4]]
[MP:]
Nigga, bout it bout it ha ha
Snoop Dogg, Master P, and the whole No Limit motherfuckin' family nigga
From
In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly knew her well.
She'd been stoned fifteen
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
the laid-back California town of sunny San Raphael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake you probly know her well
She's been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four
In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly knew her well.
She'd been stoned fifteen
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
your bitch give
Me brain or something
Out on the West with my new bitch
I'm on fire, I'm too lit
Eight ball's on me, no pool stick
Blue flag on me I'm
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