Lyrics:
the captain Hook
I'm a crook
Finna take that
Got a new lil ditty for the peaches
Matter fact
She a whole snack
Gotta have that
And you know I give her what she
town
Imma big dawg lil nigga you a clown
Catch 22 you can tell by the sound
Came from bottom you nigga want problems I pull up with choppas we gun you
cant stop us tha'ts why they so mad at us
You can tell how I'm walking, a walking deposit just look at my closet no stylin us
I'm in my bag I got the bag
niggas cake, niggas fake, a minute late
Album waitin, real estate, nigga ate like a buffet
And I just got tha new J's, these go good with my new shades
gotta choice
Just cause you a young nigga that shit right there?
That don't mean you ain't got a voice
Just cause you older
Don't mean you chosen, to go
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
have a dream, you wouldn't see
Little girl if you by my side, we gon make it big
You won't commit coz I ain't rich
Little girl if you by my side, we gon
I'm Living Off Xperience
So you could Walk Witt Me
Gangsta and a Gentleman
Watch how you talk to me
Kiss tha Game Goodbye
'Cuz I got the hawk with me
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
out the lights lil daddy, we can cut all night
I like it rough, if your tough
Take it easy, thas enough
I want a massage wit ya tongue
Make my body feel
Thank God that I Woke Up, then go get my dough up
The city on blow up so I gotta move
Rummage through neighborhoods on promo game to build up my lil' name
to go and make my mind up
I had to put it into action
I be having my way all this for my fucking satisfaction
I been high all day smoking by myself
Cuz I
don't go
Quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people
I
aint dressed to impress
But them heads turn when we come through
What it do
Ten drinks deep when I saw this lil shawty
She a hottie with a body
Think
sumn (lil bitch)
("It's DON")
I don't trust shit but God and my son
Matter fact i do
Yeah
Myself and my gun
Designered down wit a fresh pair
Of white
Tha motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Is definitely in the motherfuckin' house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo Kurupt, run that shit
Niggas I grew up with,
ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup
I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what
(It's Lil' O Homie) now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles
like mine if you sittin on yo ass then lil hoe pipe down I just go go go go go go get it go go go go go go get it you say that you wit it? Nah you ain't
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
the reason I can't commit, so I gotta let you go
I knew you back then, tell me when did you change
The only thing I recognize now is your name
I paint this
degree burns.
My lil' cousin, D-Note, flipped out and murdered his children.
I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin' her feelings.
He's lookin' at a L, so
a devilish corpseman, man fuck all the four horseman
Otherworldy forces, reinforcing my thoughts like endorsement
Telling me that I shall go stack tha corpses
nines wit tha slap while I'm swervin'
I gotta have tha killa and the yak while I'm swervin'
A for or five hundred dolla stack big swerve
Smokin'
like jerk mix with Cajun
Gotta go hard for my niggas that's caged in
I remember family trips to the days inn
40 days and 40 nights flood em with
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