Lyrics:
the fast lane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash
And my next piece of ass, so fuck 'em all!
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
Come put your
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
all take, but most niggas ain't built for it yeah so flake....facts,
I do my dirt by my lonely it's the ones got hella of bodies that be snitching
you see police all on the scene
Why are you looking feminine for if you got a fuck
Pussy ass niggas bet you got your dick tucked
Talking about you ain't
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
I hate you radio rappers you niggas hella foo
I'll kill you and your stupid ass gang too
It'll be a favor to youth yaw don't speak truth
All you do
nigga
I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga
Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga
But none of them crackers ain't love us, my nigga
All of them crackers said fuck
but surrounded by some poison
But you gods son selected therefore you was chosen
We just trynna get rich so we could go do shit
Put the money where we
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
embarrass him
My spear hit his ass it'll Bloody Mary
Him, shotty blast with body bags
They gotta carry him
Meek Milly I squeeze millis
And got accuracy, so
put a hit on they best friend
But ain't that the way it go? Either that or a raggedy ho
Or a rat-ass nigga with a rat-ass wife, workin' for them
great but I prefer the brains
We got Dollars by the millions
Shoppers by the buildings
Chances of falling off - slim like Robin Williams
You can find me
my mama worked and my daddy worked had to walk the streets
Where they play fa keeps nah life ain't sweet by five foot three
I had seen a lot how
you crackers played the fool
I was workin on my drool
Cash is king and my spit makes the money rules
All the ladies undress
Get naked show me breast
Instagram
'Cause you piss me off on Snapchat
She deleted your fucking snap for what
To get fucking blocked by me
Turn into a motherfucking rat
Aggy
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
right
I know how it be outside so
I keep that strap by my side
It's a blessing if you make it
To see twenty-nine
Dont play with em
Two bitches
They want
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go!
(What more can I say?)
Now you know ass is Willie
When they got you in
fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go!
(What more can I say?)
Now you know ass is Willie
When they got you in
baller, don't cut your ass
Come up out the trunk so fast
why'all will get murdered when the pump go blast
Set this bitch on fire, when we roll on chrome,
hundred
Yall faces get blew off try and taking something from me
Why I hate get your ass up off your patna's couch and quit bumming
What I make off the top
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