Lyrics:
to make mine
Make mine
Fine, am I really on my own
Am I really on my own
Times like this I'm on my own
Float my wrist, it's all I own
Ain't it crazy how it
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
in NY
I'll send you an invite
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
and Halima
Reel up
Hail up my dons
Always bringing styles to the spotlight
I know what I'm like
And I know what I'm not like
We move forward
Do it like
teeth are foul
Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin'
Rock
on mixed nuts, who wants to hold 'em?
[Chorus]
My life ain't as cool as your life
And more than likely, I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So
up on that triple beam
My dirty bro sippin' that Promethazeen
That gonja green, that Cali weed
A nigga lose his life try roll on me, now
Yup, yup, we
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Fat doobies to the dome yo make you death
Slapped in the face by the fear of my enemies
On a life and death mission I can soak Hennessy
Fuck fear
Keep a katana tucked under my side
Phony Shinobi who plot on my life
Plan to separate me from samurai
Never know on where a ninja reside
Feudal Lord
style is not rented
Sitting on the edge of the moon just need a minute
I need time to think about life now
Did a lot to live this here lifestyle
It's some
life, let the white folks be
Online beef, not my motif
.45 me, ta-ta, go sleep
Don't mind little old me, lil' OG
J.I.D, I came in on the boat, see
If you were a good kid
So life quickly became tense
I had to change up
Feeing like a stranger, in a vague sense
These pills, they alter my will
So, I
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
it
Let's talk about it
Talk about it
All of your bullshit
Let's talk about it
Lemme see somethin
Look
What you got styles?
Big basics Mocha 1
Bout
Higher than you ever been in yo motherfuckin life nigga
Without even tryin
Uh, the game got a grip, never slip
Could tell by the way I got my
I'm too fly, get the fuck from around me
Stacking this money, and duckin the county
Watch the swerve, watch the play
We tryna stack this shit up by
style
Say you hate me I don't know why
(Lights down)
I'm just passing and I float by
Say you hate me when I roll by
(Lights down)
Say you hate me when I
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
out in Cali packing bowls, shipping by the mail
I'm a cheetah to bag y'all niggas move like snails
Choppa knock a nigga off his tracks make him derail
it and said it was boring
You're living your life like you're numb to me
You're struttin' your style like you're somebody
I'm playing your games like
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