Lyrics:
ain't mad at you for bein with somebody else
Why, see I'm from the south, I keep hoes in the chicken coop
I got bitches lined up in they birthday suit
given me a plus graded by a teacher in a sweet dress
yes i'm literly Landel Lewis with a kick and a snare
kick flip in the air
the kids sick till them
agenda
If we don't vibe I'm gon' slide
cin't a thing cap bout me look me in my eyeballs
Vator ain't a fool raised up by the finest
cnything close to my
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
is sexy her hair all salty and messy ya Basketball by the pool she said baby go and impress me ya Kaner's been playin' d so I'm hittin' him with
coast, North and South
I got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:
My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
and yo g's up the ? bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block,
Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I'm
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle man)
I check it
and South
I got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:
My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do right?
take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
bitch)
These are the tales that I tell so well (Short Dog)
I'm thinking way back, it's been a long long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like
turn them, motherfuckers into cadavers
(Ka-plow!) I'm fuckin mo', niggas than Napster
Cause you'se a trick and your Ghost Rider is Casper
I heard you
winning
Try point out a girl in here that I ain't been in
Doing things god wouldn't like I'm sinning winning
And I'm Poppin coast to coast
Don't wanna brag
The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to-fuckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos
and yo g's up the ? bear wall?
Put you behind a pinto in the block,
Niggaz slangin keys (gunshots) cause somebody got shot
Call the cops, killas I'm
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle man)
I check it
East coast hustle so his game is potent
Might be out there but he's definitely focused
Even in the concrete jungle there's roses
Proof of the infinite
kill trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these niggas
but y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers,
getting niggas killed in my hood like
the bomb lit
Glass and metal in every direction
Anybody tryna stop us taught
A very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time
To reach for that weapon
I’m hoping that you stay woke
South to the North out West back to the East coast
This one here for my people
Through the storm here we go
You with me
Some call me the coldest cracker and I just may be
I'm like Jigga down here, call me big Hay-Z
What
Put the South in ya mouth, put the South in ya mouth
The son of south coast, try your Net, but connection is lost!
What? That thang is unusual, so, try to listen my fuckin' music!
Flamey in this building,
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