Lyrics:
we ain't had our
Pops Protect us from the opps, folks nem was totin' with them Glocks
Foe nem, was gangin' up
Thinking they dangerous, ten toes down
We
It’s Townz
NC-Boe What up Bubba
Let’s get’em
On a backroad down by the creek
Pistol loaded it’s in the seat
I could stay here for a week
I’m in
Listen to my capilleries
Cut me down and promise don't be shy
won't catch me by surprise
I take a second to think about my life
and that's a second too
another chance and I came correct
Got a lawyer and accountant, now my shit's legit
But many won't get no second chance
And get fucked in this biz without
go down the hall
No, not one room is yours to play in
Without sound
Your soul is bound
By clanging chains (x3)
Ghosts (x3)
One minute you're a host
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
I can't believe I'm all Alone
Especially cause it's friday night,
I had things to do but I brushed them off to Be with you
All dress up with no
I want to go higher (x3)
I want to go higher (higher baby) (x2)
If I ever get down in the dumps
Short of a dollar nothin change for months
It
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
gotta new wip
Cause i'm getting money
I go and get it
Do it again and again
Push it push it
To the limit by the pound
Holding it down
For the squad no
they catching bodies
I gotta new wip
Cause i'm getting money
I go and get it
Do it again and again
Push it push it
To the limit by the pound
In a Small Town....
Everybody knows on da low What’s Going Down, Hey!
Rents Due Bills Late Friday I’m Paid
C-10 Double AA Highway Usher Play C
told by proxy
'Bout a mild-mannered mannequin, every Friday hit the roxy
Till there his own reflection, showed him his orthodoxy
Now he hikes
, side ways through the town
Suckas want fo' 'cause I hit they block for a second round
Lets who ride and buck these suckas down quick
Pop in the clips
but I overcame
Call me by my name don't be rude
My name is Penguin Dude
The Penguins pecker ready to strike at his opponents
Putting in more holes that
about to slash and stab my thoughts/ cause its me against myself right now/ i can't take this much more longer/ my music getting bigger by the second/ but
shhh he started speaking Spanish
No second thoughts so we had to punish
If I lean out the ride and slap this corn
If you get slapped there's no
I stretched that boy up in his yard
It only cost me ten
I'm livin' hard, just 'causе probation
I can't be round ten
Ridin' with my top down, and bitch
it down put it round bouncing threw your town like
Uh bang first play second aim first prey second make dirt day heaven
I'm a crack baller straight
then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones
He said to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones
And bring the little girl, who people knew
A second, a minute, and hour, a day goes by.
I'm hopin' just to be by your side.
I'm turnin' the handle
It won't open.
Don't make me wait, cause
only four bands
That ain't even enough for my love, man
That ain't even enough to call that shit a win
This ain't even a bluff, just multiply by ten
come to your door
Five, six, draw for the blitz punches, kicks
We'll be outside about seven or eight
So it ain't bait
Nine, ten, draw for the skeng
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