Lyrics:
this gang gang
Still need you girl by my side girl knowing you my main thang
And I love it when I look and just see yo name rang
This shit a wild life
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
nothin', less than a quarter million
You see my eyes, I'm even higher than my court appearance
Type of stores I shop in, you can't afford the clearance
I got
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
can't keep track,Glorifying drugs, can't you see that's bad? Even for rap?Nah you don't see shit, pour a cup of lean, spend some fucking green,You could
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
Let's cruise the streets of L.A
Then let's hit the L.B.C
Better drop by a dispensary
I Need to re-up on my trees
Hit South Central parle with shorties
Yea, Show… time
Haaaa ha, yea
Aye man
I’ma tell ya’ll some real shit nigga
I’m tha president in my hood, ya feel me
Everybody fuck wit yo boy
Show
There's no blanket for the truth (I can't see!)
I got a loose end of a lie, this amateur he tried to get by
The size is more greater, and equator more
want the bag (I just want the bag)
It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had (I ain't talkin')
I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all
me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
These niggas is green
It's nothing to it,
in the hood, come find me nigga
Y'all niggas need to (come and see me some ti-time, time)
It's your boy Fame y'all (it's-it's-it's seems)
Sing it
bitch wouldn’t wear those, can’t fuck with you weirdos
Y’all niggas are fake and hate but wait, cuz i hate the fake shit
We’ll come rearrange shit, my
See the cops start running
Nigga call the dogs
They can't see me, I throw that Molotov
And clear the whole field out
Nigga call the gods
I don't give
just know Ima G
Let me see ya hands in the air like freeze
Lamp to my feet, not to see the kicks on
Light to my path
No, I can't veer off
Similar
feelin' it was worse
To see my granny in that hearse instead of standin' in that church
Mom can't accept change, it's kinda strange to wanna hurt
Yeah... on our New York, Shish
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
You can tell by how I walk with it
Tims on fitted hat plus the way I talk with it
So New
can't believe he graduated (boy)
Threw him twenty thousand dollars told his ass congratulations (ah)
'Cause, me? I wasn't made for that shit
But I
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