Lyrics:
carried by the big six, domino
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
K Dot Thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
ride on our enemies
Biatch! When we ride on our enemies
Hey, got some static for some niggas
On the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's
They yellin white power, we sellin white powder
Enough K's to start guerrilla wars right now
They told me calm down, they say I'm too extreme
I think
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
Err, come on
brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (err)
I'm in the hood (ah), eighty k house, million dollar neck (uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred
Yeah, he go by the name of I Dub, straight from Scottsdale where the rock sell
And we Disturbing tha Peace, four years strong and still just gettin'
seas
I'm pimpin' this gat
Watch me hidy flice these hoes
Leave em short changed
Take they fame and roll
Wacth em all fall to tha flo'
It's a t-k
"Just A Bitch"
(feat. Chyna, Too $hort)
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck
attendance, boy you late
Born to die, that's ya fate
2 phones, Kevin Gates
Brand new ride (skrt, skrt)
I'mma drive by (I'mma drive by)
Fly real high (Stay fly
on blades
Yellin' "man, hol' up"
Bald faded, Versace shades
Tap, tappin' on boys
Bring it back
That was word to H-A-W-K, 3-2, and Pat, nigga
Drinkin'
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
Bitches clockin'
nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck and 14K heavy
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
all ages
Ha-Hallelujah I'm the Hollygrove 2Pac
Roc-a-fella new rock hundred K in a shoebox
AK and a new Glock, a-what-baba-lou-bop
Pray the vest you
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
all y'all niggaz outfits
We the glitch like Y2K
Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day
"Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
made by men with itty bitty penises
The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them
Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
I'm changing lane
You woulda think I pulled madden
Out put it up
Grabbed 2K then put it in by the way
Young nigga just changed the game
Problem, Jon
how to make crack from cocaine.
1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow
2. No buying from no nigga that you don't know
make yo way
2K, ale odjebałeś beat
Czuję, że jesteś więcej wart, no to bierz, bierz więcej
Koncert sprzedany za hajs którego chcesz, chcesz więcej
Potrzebujesz
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
przed sobą cały świat
Lecimy w chmury oni nie są w stanie ściągnąć nas
Nie
Te marzenia to już nie jest enigma
Staję na K2 i rozkładam skrzydła
Robię krok
a choppa at the door
Bitches hit my phone I hit ignore
I just turned a two like to a four
And I'm feeling good I let you know
When I ride in you ain't going
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