Lyrics:
discriminate, beat dudes black and blue
Snack on crews like they food, takin' space up on my dinner plate
Dependin' on my mental state, the mood that I'm in'll
robbery
It go one two three red light green light
Passenger seat you die comfortably
Lungs on e yea I quit the loud but it's coolie if you wanna scroll one
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
don't have no time
For you
My crew
Stay grinding
We trying get the bigger
Bag
No class
She don't have no class
Judge a book
By It's cover
Nah
Now that's
[Snoop Dogg]
Four tires, dayton wires
We got that kind of shit to keep the Ward on fire
We blow trees, count G's, so get it how you live
From
Help me get it down and we can split 100%
Run a rapper through a maze like an experiment
Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo
You don't
Hey yo turn me up in my headphones man
I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'
It ain't loud enough man
Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm goin' play
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus 2x]
[Beanie Seigel]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them
fell niggas
I'm layin' in the cut but
Still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus: x2]
Peep the kid from
my shoes and I Louis my sweater
Flexin' my crew, we did it, we better
Do what I want, whenever
Two door coupe and I'm buying whatever
Gucci my shoes
will comply
It's now
2025, my legacy survived
People live and they thrive on what I provide
Took me from a mortal and made me immortal
Two takes it
on The Shore by yourself cats'd (would) say "up your hat"
What you could you'd make of it, if you was a gump they'd take your shit
Either fight or break for
(Hello?)
Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill!
(Har what the fuck?)
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
These victims
I'm sayin, outta here
Ay but it's going down cuz it's '94 you
Know by 2000 niggas gon' get fed up
(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)
(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)
metabolism
I think the beat is dope, but it's still your decision
Whether to turn it on, turn it off
Turn it up, make it loud, make it soft
Eq me with new
of Burbank, Illinois, please call us immediately
Uh, bitch, I'm with the crew
Bitch, I'm with the crew
Acting goofy off the juice, now we only seeing twos
happy isn't forever
It's just for a day or two
Waiting in hell for my father's death
I wanna fuck him up
Dad is missing an E and I'm missing my past life
walkin' at nighttime
Straight to the dome, it's like a pipe-line
High speed, stronger than Thai-Weed
And before you pick up the mic to get fly
You need
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
"but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"(sample) 2x
[defari]
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try
dead redemptions online,
Cut the fantasy off - no more Raymond Chou
In the building, it’s Octagon, baby,
Got to go strong to obtain the payment, G
I can
the crew
(Verse 2)
We not chasing hoes they be too choosy
This side hated on we ain’t losing no sleep
Try & get too close Ima need a new piece
Y’all are not
up like this
Tell these super lame bitches to boss up like this
Shit deep, they ain't know that I was cut like this
Yeah, all my niggas cut like
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