Lyrics:
on ice
Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
While others staty tight we're looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without
his deal on some Crip wannabe shit
20 years later he was on some MTV shit
Anyways, I'm sidetracked on a tangent
Tryna finish tellin' you this story
incredible MTV buzzclips
Full grown, off on our own, congratulations
On your newborn child and the weddin situation
No we still all know
That we live
Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now,
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
that ain't about playing
Ten G's will get you killed, family will die for twenty grand
Blow my nose with a Gucci rag smoking on a cuban
You damn
bad, but the pay is good lo
Chorus x8
I'm takin the time to think about the things I did
I want to ask the Lord for forgiveness if I live
I know my
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
shit was live on stage, dog
That night felt like a nigga had
The whole world on my shoulders
Twenty years old tryna find a warm
Spot in this world
was Steven Seagal
Sometimes I carry a glock and other times an eagle
And my dick's so damn big that shit should be illegal
Went from a fade to a 'fro
a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis
Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis
Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3 degree /give me
bitch my puppet
Eat it all off a Adderall shit I missed a spot
Twenty thousand in the cup holder still spillin' over
Karahbooo off two X pills and she
my boy
I'm not ya boy, not ya bro, or ya potna nigga
But still the same young kid from the mount with a trigger
Aiming to blow for the top spot
Making
a nigga with the Same K me had
Damn, nigga play thing, get your dumb ass beanbag
We a detail yo car long live K3 dad
I just burnt up the south w the same
Troop, B.D.P., The X-Clan
The Zulu Nation, F.O.I., Willie D, The Coppertone Conspiracy
Gangstar, Eric B. and Rakim
The Damn Fool, Paris, Run-D.M.C
Russell
lungs out
I'ma walk in, I clutch it like it's a war house
All your bitches that bust it, they live in your house
What goes up come down, my nigga,
dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat
Most my niggaz don't live right, my life throwed from the get go
Folk better try to get their mind
dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat
Most my niggaz don't live right, my life throwed from the get go
Folk better try to get their mind
these
Other gangs is counterin'
Fish out of water flounderin'
We circle and surroundin' him
I know that nigga bitchmade (Damn)
We done came up from
got the answers
First you take the Black Mamba from us, then the Black Panther (damn)
Fuck 2020, this whole year started off wack
Best part
the past
Make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
Twenties and tens, its all about making ends
No need to sin to uplift a California
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