Lyrics:
a hot boy
I can't hang with you niggas, I only just hang with my choppa bitch
And I got hella shooters on my fuckin' team and I coach em like I'm Gregg
run)
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and 'em
(Dae Dae and 'em)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and 'em
(Nelson and 'em)
I used to wanna hang with
like I'm Mike Jack, told them boys that this is it
This the one, they gon bang my shit
Ain't get no banner, where my plaque, trying to hang my shit
I
or muscle, the money mustn't get low (gotta grow amounts)2x
And until the day that money made is gave to us
Then we just may have to wake em up (lets wake em
can save you
Stay solid to yourself, don’t let nobody change you
Can’t get close to a nigga, gotta see the boy on cable
Bet your girl she gon’ like how
hang round none of you niggas cause you niggas might be snitchin'
But I ain't gotta deal with you, I ain't eat with you
How you bitches let these bogus
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
slow-motion
And the bills rollin in just like a coasta
Gotta catch a nigga sleepin late night
Stick em with the toaster
Make him put it all in
Like he was
Certified hustler and you ain’t that,
All I wanna know is where the bank at,
Broke niggas can’t hang where I hang at,
Talk to em Finney.
Dude wanna hang
That I get down to Snoop Dogg and Tha Dogg Pound
Chief Rocka by the Lords of the Underground
Who's wakin' and makin' that freaky noise?
Geto Boys, Lost
to toss it like bouquets
A lotta chips, Frito-Lays
Gotta get it, no delays
Boy you’d be amazed how we get it in everyday
Ayyye
Feelings, fuck em
Niggas,
Definitely people see that I got the hang of it
Pig you gotta try to make a mockery of a city
Who
Pock em pock em damn we dangerous
Came to get strange wit
the first muthafucka with a record out of Houston
And last muthafucka you should want to fuck with
At heart I'm still a Geto Boy, trigger-happy nigga
With
came to ball
Backwoods all by myself, ain't gotta' hang wit y'all
Let the Lord send 'em
Dom sippers
Never going back and forth with 'em
I'm
Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)
Still think that I'm playin? (Huh, nigga, what?)
Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder,
Arthur (huh, nigga, what?)
Still think that I'm playin? (Huh, nigga, what?)
Bust seventeen times and let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder,
by the duffle
Ain’t no need for scuffle, boy
Do you know who I be?
I be overseas
Like a nigga really bangin'-
From the 8 so, we slowed up and stay
right
Go and get you some, go and show 'em something, this a new thang
Yeah, I let my nuts hang (yeah)
Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade
right
Go and get you some, go and show 'em something, this a new thang
Yeah, I let my nuts hang (yeah)
Knock your top off with LeBron or Dwyane Wade
and RT let's all come together cause
We're all family im an Eastsider G
It's your boy BC from the L-Blue-C
Roll 'em up, Hold 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise it
Swing first, I'mma destroy
You a curse, I'mma B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
I watched Snoop do it, he
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
rolling weed up in traffic
Nasty Nas was the prophet, Tupac the savior
Mob deep and Geto boys taught me how to get paper
I get my style from the Funky
Ya played with the Lil' Ya now ya takin' yo last breath
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya
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