Lyrics:
Boy don't sleep in the trap house
Nah that's risky
Ain't no deals in the trap house
If you want three that's sixty
Boy don't sleep in the trap house
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
It all started back in high school while I played pretend
From my favourite tv show to my favourite pen
Saving myself from mean boys, just trying
fo' nina
I'ma 'peat I ain't no dreamer
I bite the bullet outta yo nina
Yellow stone, I'm makin cash
On Holly Hog, scrapin mash
Watch the trunk just wave
Lil' nigga you... you outta line right there lil' homie, you step down"
"Naw... fuck you 'cause
You better get my shit back 'fore you get busted on"
Lil' nigga you... you outta line right there lil' homie, you step down"
"Naw... fuck you 'cause
You better get my shit back 'fore you get busted on"
UHHHH,
One foot on the curb other one in the street
As I walk and I bop all down the street
Like, Momma in the kitchen cooking food to eat
Local
One evening as the sun went down
A man came up our lane
He said he was my neighbour now
But from Canada he came
And he asked me if I'd like to sup
you're a disgrace
To the hip hop culture
They be claiming
Their life was so hard
But yet they be posting videos in their car
Bought for them by their own
come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sittin' down on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the titties though
down Old Man Jenkins handing me a mop, boy
Ooo I just bit my lip, start mopping by the girl see she left me a tip
Started counting the money seen
Po-po's raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker
Some cheap shit, Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down South
Century
Tell me do I look like a desperate man
Champagne and flowers in my hand
I don't know her, she don't know me
She's my video date, she's my
up or you're gonna get slayed
Aye the boys are comin in
Got lit last night on the cherry gin
Smokin gas, eating ass, now committing sin
We going large
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
Pussy boy wanted beef with me over Galactic acquisition
Called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like Payton Manning
I'm a street
Who take videos and snaps pictures
The earth shatters
From all the overwhelming cries
But my eyes
Never leave his body
As he laid lifelessly
About six
green got yolla
Got purple by the pound haze
Fluffy like your sofa
That's how we move it
Like it ain't nothing to it
Get the work bust it down
And run
and them Hatians
N****s can't take it when they shake an make me rape 'em
White girl's I video tape 'em and they enjoy it
They love it when everybody
Uh, yeah woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas!
Yes! Khaled! Free! Uh, uh, uh
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you
Tryna make sure that a opp don't have an eye
If you get bored by me
Than you surely won't see paradise
Ching man down to the floor
Chinged him more just
a down sister
Boy, I tell you, I miss her
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't
a down sister
Boy, I tell you, I miss her
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't
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