Lyrics:
by them bitches who be giving it up
Now let's toast for the coast that we all love the most
And go for broke and get a shit load of chronic smoke
and the sly
Rolling by, hey girl can you be my cuttie pie
We're gonna bump and grind till the break of dawn
I'ma keep you in my mind and put you in my next
wet
From the best turned vet
Learned to speak direct
My games jumpin'
We all had out days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
ain't never had no girl that was acting fraud, 'cause they was hard
They say Lil' Flip always be sending, them haters to the morgue
See every time I
let the muthafuckin' games begin
[Rasheed]
Rasheed lyrical gladiator, hysterical bustin' at a hater,
In an all black navigator,
Too sick to see with
the norm that we perform rugged [Hip-hop!]
G-thumpin, [Hip-hop!] party jumpin' [Hip-hop!]
I do this for niggaz true to this
Before haters would use
gangsters pride
Not a studio pimp with my girl by my side
Frank V I'm straight single, always down to mingle
Sharing is caring that's my motherfuckin'
livin my life like a kingpin
Everyday livin by the trigga 'cause I'm all in
Cheddar chasin', no time for no stallin
Money, weed, cars, hoes, big ballin
the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled
Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal
Really though, you don't know shit, I put that on my dick
I'll kill all the haters
They'll nerver stop their deaths
We'll bread and burn and murder
Each of you to the last
Return to make it final
One
wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?
They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude
If you don't love me, mane fuck you
Now they run the country
Drug smugglin' with my tax money
Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators
White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters
All of this,
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
Still up on my knees before I do street
And pray God make some changes
But I see them haters hating
And tell a man fuck arff
And I ring trap when I do
chicks got style you ain't never seen,
So my friends want a piece of me,
Haters wanna see my bleed,
I got to be, have to be, on top of my game...
So
to Koch, it's Vaughn against the ninth graders
Haters, you fuckin' with cats who's heads are sharp as alligators
Pull out the ox cutter, dig in then I
down the name
If you haters guaranteed, that we gon do you
Cause I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
to be a boss
But I know there's a bunch of haters tryna see me take a loss
So I be sleepin' with one eye open and put cameras in my vault
I've been
the catheter
IV's, wrap 'em up, mad as fuck, need a ladder up
Escalator, elevator, skyscraper, hella haters
On Primo beats, meditate a bit to elevate my spit
They out to stop my airplane, cuz they fear what I say
But my people got ears, and can't hear what I say
The poor is hated, even by his own neighbors
Yo, hey, it's your Calvary kids
And we got a new song for y'all called, the Soulja Boy
By the way I got me some new bathin' apes
Soulja Boy off
heart from the start it was crazy
I remember when you said you be my lady
We fell in love and dats how we stayed
Cause we never let the jealous haters get
the hoes say must it pound
I'm the man across the land, pay my bills by the grand
Hoes rush me, tryin to touch me, got top notch fans
Now the struggle is
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