Lyrics:
for life
Show me your ho and I'll be fuckin' that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nothin' nice, shakin' these niggas like dice
I told you once,
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you
on the Avenue is
Gangsta, ten toes down we steady hustle and that's
Gangsta, you get closed down be out muscled by a
Gangsta, ain't ever been soft, stick
Always rap upon my foes
I keep niggas on they toes
Bitches know to get that dough
Niggas know fuck them hoes
We that heat that can't be froze
We that burn
Shadow
Betta, call for back up hide yo bitch
Bout to hit em wit that cali gangsta shit
This is it this is how lit it get
When you fuck wit the West Coast
Style
Wollte nix anderes hören, als „Music to Drive-by“
Ich hör', was ich will, ich Keep it Gangsta und
Ich pump', was ich will, ich Keep it Gangsta
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
where you from (oh ooh)
We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the club up
say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga
She don't give
to be no gangsta stand on 10 and get them M’s if you choose too dive in that water you better swim
Tryna get the through day in this fucked up
it
(Nope) this semen wash out, I shout it
She mounted on the cock like a horse girl
Baby fuck my chick?
That's fine, I'm like DaBaby (Yup)
Overdo sex
Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
Badass back on that ass, so it's on, gee
I'm kickin the funky shit for the gangstas only
Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most
(Yeah bitch) and we
leaving this bitch till
My missionaire for free
They say to the drop it straight gangsta
Nigga keep that shit one thousand, and
Shout out to my other
side
Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fuckin'' clown die
Bitch, don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby
know that work;
Weed-man - outta kush? then I'll blow that purp'.
Now it's a first-class flight for my first-class ass,
Got a bitch from the D' with some
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
your test results
are you the father
I looked at his bitch ass told him don't bother
I'm the father of this gangsta shit
never thought that I have
Count that off as a loss, go 'head and peal wit it
Far as your corny-ass click, they gotta deal wit it
[Chorus]
We the Black {*censored*} gangsta
outside by myself you know I got that fye
I can't fuck on no lame bitch she better be down to ride
And that's word to blood I'm on demon time when I come
with my niggaz that bird the birds
Word to curb, my nigga you can fuck what you heard
You niggaz talk shit, pop that bitch, now swerve (take that)
Yeah,
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