Lyrics:
All this syrup in my stomach got me fucked up for some days
Roll on 22s I’m with some some 20s filled em with some 8s
If I drown up in this drank they
my advice
Don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
giving 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed
Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab
Big
flip big 'caine
I givin 'em whiplash when I'm whippin the whip fast
Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed
Continental T's, no tense like I
for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich
Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens
Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your
No No No
No No No
No No No No
No No No
No No No
No No No No
Money and women don't mix fosho
when I was broke there was pussy galore
Now I throw 20's
ta' catch the six o' clock mornin' rush,
I bet them niggas down the street ain't servin' more then us.
They look like 20's but I'm chargin'
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
I respect the hustle, throw some 20s show some titties
No dissin boosie but I never pay to see no kitty
You workin hard , ain't gettin far, yeah
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1
a right and then a left
Over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how much you want to spend
Separate the 20's from the 1
driving
Catch me an offer but that dream was declining
Now I’m 22 still sitting a classroom only thing in my mind was rhyming
Shit drove me mad thought I
With the 20's at my side
We roaring as we cross the county line
She Paris was a Woman
I'm her Gertrude Stein
She Rose is a Rose is a Rose
She my poetry
flow that I give them I live by the code and I'll leave her
I'm bigger than the code I'm game genie
Shit is easy these lil bitches need me
And I don't
ta' catch the six o' clock mornin' rush,
I bet them niggas down the street ain't servin' more then us.
They look like 20's but I'm chargin'
Hella ice, dirty money
Blue face, no 20's
All these whips, new cars
No radio, I'm too hard
I used to sell ice cream
Moved up to the light green
East-side Longbeach City thing
Get it man, rich rollin' 20's gang
Yeah we getting gritty man
(Soopafly) if I'mma choose: ya'll lose
We just fucking up your
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
crack
Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up
?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
butter rims match them butter timbs that's timberland yeah i got 10
Yeah i count 20s i spend 50s i save hundreds
Hit the bank give me them bundles
Got
a couple of models
You a balla you outside or in
I pulled up there's more outside then in
Niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts
Like if you ain't on 20's
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