Lyrics:
here on the bridge
But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done
Yelawolf,
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
live there he not sanctioned
Brodie get up on ‘em we gon leave ‘em hanging
If we not talkin money like f**k is you saying
Brodie been a demon no it
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
stop playin' nigga, pass that lighter
My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My niggas, half a B, we got money
My niggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get
allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving
got a gang of shit, styles guns
My Uzi weighs a motherfuckin' ton
Bucking down one, bucking down two
Bucking down your crew, motherfuck' you
Pigs
you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with
you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with
turn out
I'm about to hold your girl down
Red about to get it how I live it
You know how I handle my business
You know how I hit it when I'm in it
Always
melanin melanin yeah melanin
Yeah yah, yeah yah yah
I go hard as f**k, I be blackin' out
Live under the sun, get the cash and bounce
We here for
care. Compton's 50 miles but,
yo, I'm ma get there. Archin my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl
Lewis I'm bailin' the f**k out. from city
tense
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get
struck by greif to maintain and rearrange my life
styles fast gaining living life so wild how you like me now moved out
the house you ask why im so lucky
position (uh), here come my intuition (uh-huh)
Go in this pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin'
That clockin' (uh), here comes respect
His crew's
trap house is live it's gon by like 6 o clock new
We got drip when we steppin out Gunna wit me n plus he got a weapon out
I'm smoking og wat da stress
It’s 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in the studio drunk than a motherfucka
Ready to freestyle this shit, and do it wild
Live, for all my dogs
Fo all my dogs out
and I'm tired of mean muggin
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got the 40
He gone get
kinda throwed
Im comin down ridin with my partnas, fuck a hoe
Those hoes out to get ya for everything
But Im out there tryin to come up and swang
Or chop
da cell (free em)
When dey get out we Gone Give em hell (on gang)
I just love finessin and smoking my dope (Gas)
MaryJane I can't let ha go
N****s be
motherfucka, get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes)
Yep, I'm a motherfuckin'
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
out the truck
In the bottoms outside
At my grandmother house where my mom and them grew
Like I'm sick got the flu I done turned up on boo
With that
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