Lyrics:
(Blaow!)
You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (nigga)
You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama
I make it hard for you to breathe in
you
Rockabye baby, rockabye
I'm gonna rock you
Rockabye baby, don't you cry (Bidda-bang-bang-bang, alright then)
Rockabye, no
I'm gonna rock you
Rockabye baby, don't you cry
Somebody's got you rockabye baby, rockabye
I'm gonna rock you
Rockabye baby, don't you cry rockabye, no
no Secret
You know you not a Right Guard
You don't come for the Queen
Your bars is never right god
You under the wing so if we ever go arms
It's
(Chris Crack)
Yeeeah bitch
Westsider,
Jeans is knotted,
Man them niggas don't want it like the HIV virus,
Gunmen get hired,
Brand Cru is my desire,
[Hook (2X):]
Smokin' on da dro
You can't act like you don't know
Smokin' on da dro
You can't act like you don't know
Get down, get down on ya knees
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
the door nigga,
Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me
Now I blew up
don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it
But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get
And wifey always in the mood
Stacking up this crypto
Girl I be making moves
You can rock if you want
Yeah girl it's all on you
You been confused
All I been
consequences
I know you mean well but I don't always listen
You can't be saved by the way that you're living
I know you want to live in the land of the free
In
Whip whip rock rock
Straight lock up
5:30 AM baby
Time to light the block up
Be honest kid, you don't want no problems
We the ones to finish it
Ain't
the best there is
Twice as African as KRS is, who want to test this
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An Emcee so ill, I got AIDS
And if you down to ride wit me, I know that we'll go ridin' right around
Ridin' round town with my charger, but my whips in the garage
I don't rock with
people, this is a party
It don't get broke up by the tsunami
It ain't nothin' like new money
I been been been smokin' loud
'Fore they started makin' blue
but I still want mo'
Tde generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul
God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing
Can I proceed? Collect
don’t even stress we just sit and we toke
See that’s just how you do it when you coming outta Jones
All I want is peace and smoke
Eh ya
Peace and smoke
Eh
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
even think about sleep
When we creep, niggaz goin down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
C'mon fella, you don't want the dog
tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone,
don't talk on phones
Come spin the block, the west side, hot the police, really want us gone
Cause geeks want rocks, we set up shop, And tote the sticks
pro-tools[00:18.60]Turn you fucking fruity loops into old news[00:22.46]Nigga don't snooze, bet yo shawty want to slide and in those shoes[00:26.45]Bet a nigga hold her
Shit
It's Wiz Khalifa man
This shit hot, right?
Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think
True diplomat, no Jim Jones and no Pink
[Paul Wall]
I'm on the grind, trying to make paper stack up
And if I slip and fall, then I get back up
A two piece, any hater that want to act up
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