Lyrics:
dollars"
Mi casa su casa partna, mi casa so full of rahstas
More ganja then reefer farmers, you couldn't see me with binoculars
White girl with me; Cindy
and little Muhammad that 1 4
Get me doe 40 nights was so great then work
Shout out Mayfair this city cold y'all stay fair
Word up chain go for a hundred
Tori
wanted to make sure
Thank y’all for giving me this
Moment in time ’Cause
Everybody has a moment and in your moment
You gotta own it there’s so many people
girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
thinking Imma stay long
But I’m back keep a strap on me 24
7 cuz my opps looking to get clapped
Half of these ngga they ain’t spinning no sit
So better stop
way to get checks
So give me respect when I get wreck
Or get your motherfuckin' chin checked
Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland
Hoping I can
Sour taste to a sweet feeling
Been through stuff I'm still healing
Can't believe what I'm hearing
Y'all so stupid it'd kinda' fearing
Almost been a year
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
gang
We too cold We go stupid
Lookin for a Benz
So my shawty she can cruise it
Wanna catch a fade wit me
You probably shouldn’t do it
Wanna catch
slow it now
Treat green niggaz like we smoking grass and uh mow em down
See uh I don't think they Kno if they Kno what they dealing with
So uh let me
would’ve grabbed
My baby mother by the neck, told her
Sit her ass down, read a book
And be glad that you fucking know me
Oh yeah, and y’all niggas lying
can all fuck off because I'ma keep it basic
Y'all been trying to slander me and my happy family
Y'all been trying so hard to cut down my family tree
time (boy, boy)
I'm rollin' pine, I'm so divine
I'm west side, west side
Dark glasses on like I'm goin' blind
Lookin' like Eazy E, it's just me
galore
Told me meet 'em in the future later, they'll take me shoppin'
Buy me lavender and fuschia Gators
Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters
Hands high like so
Repeat after me, sing it loud
Everybody go, didyum didio
Everybody like this y'all
Everybody like that y'all
Everybody come
y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
'Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223s'll freeze the biggest with ease
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me
Got me so pissed off
I should be the big boss
Chillin' with Jay-Z
Chillin' with Rick Ross
Fuck all that lip gloss
I should just lift off
Y'all should be
cats back in 88
That if I ever made a tape that shit would be, Great
Let me introduce for those who not know
My name's Side Effect I got desert hot flow
Introduce you to designer, moved you to Atlanta
How y'all gon' trade on me?
How the fuck you gon' change up, you said, "You can't claim us"
How you gon'
Ya know we peepin' y'all
Slow-motion-style
Pacific Ocean-style (Wh-what?)
[Verse one]
I'm in a rowdy-ass club
There's hella-bitches all around me
and we can box for fun
Nigga, one on one, last to fall is a baller cat
It's Death Row, why the fuck you think we call it that?
So if you knew me in my
stupid
Don't worry about it
People will walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new solution
Transmit hit's with no
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