Lyrics:
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
call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin'
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
believe Ima spread my wings and fly yah
Why you hating on the guy
Because I don’t wanna play the role get by
Because I don’t give two f***ks
up my brother?
What's up my sis?
What's up now sis?
I got what you need
You got what I need?
Got the mad mad crew up in the house
What's up my
Puffin' on this indo (yeah, guess who's back)
in the studio with my partners out here (guess who's back, ah, yeah)
Pacific Heights in the house, know what
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
didn't buy it in no shop, my G, I get it from my mind
I used to sell my stock in trap houses, now I'm sellin' it online
And, you can ask about me in
out man, he came out jookin
The life we chose hoes, clothes, dope, doe
That's all a nigga know, yep
Yeah we getting rich bitch
My whole crew eating
don't see no competition out here
F**k boys want compromise my position out here
On my wave ill be damned if I like that ish happen
F**k the bs lets just
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game
I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell
Yeah
Benjie 100
See I've been chilling
Crushing bars in my sprites
Been easing all the pain
F**k who don't like
The money I get, i spend it on me
Danger
Everyone got bangers
And bottled up anger
I be out in Sanger
Mobbin' down Academy
F**k with me it's a tragedy
I'm just tryna live lavishly
nigga ballin'
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
But my father rich as fuck and
All my brothers left the family
We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami
I
next
After you get those, come the hoes and the sex
Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew
Yeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me
next
After you get those, come the hoes and the sex
Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew
Yeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
my wrist out the window
I'm showin' off
When you get the bag, you supposed to ball
A real boss make his own protocol
The Glock always close to my balls
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