Lyrics:
and keep snoozin'
Give me a week, in her Benz you'll see me cruisin'
I'll be like, "Yeah, what up, yo?"
(Yo) "Want a lift to the 3 train?" (Yeah, man) no
its a whole lotta fun
East Side, Long Beach, thats where it all begun
[Woman]
Nigga thats the shit
[Snoop Dogg]
Turn up the bass, hand me my blizzles
the freedom on the lauds
When the feds stop playing
Drink on the man
Like them ghetto boys
Things on bite with no tags
That's little boy
For all
(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
I need the spot with the pots and the pans (pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (make
the only ones that can't be worn
Out
By any place any part of the world
And while I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl
When she's in
The Bridge
It's Rich Homie nigga
You know the voice nigga
Turn yo speakers up man ya feel me
I need all my sexy bitches
To get that mothafuckin money!
(Dat
a little deeper in the well
Come on, Michael
Yeah
Well, a good man needs a good woman, she's the rock that'll make him strong
She'll be there to lean
that's great
Two legs ain't bad
Unless there's a crate
They ship the parts
To mama in
For souvenirs: two ears (get down!)
Not his, not hers, (but what
bands homeboy
Haters tryin' be my friends homeboy
Pull up in that tour bus everybody
Know what's going on in there
Backroom lotta panties droppin'
Lotta
Yea, just talk to them
Really talking to myself, you know
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea boy I think they reaching again
Ey, what's the reason that they peeking
cut him and get socked
Roll in my Schwin, blazin up a fattie
Young Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Uknowmsayin?
Just a little bad gooseneck,
with them heels on She got a whole lotta ampers, me the feels on Man, I'm body looking good in that outfit He the man, I'm the one she walkin' out with I
to clock it
My trunk it go up and Im bumping on...
Verse 1:
1 2 3 4
Dead Man knocking at my doe
Talking bout a whole lotta hoeshit
Not knowing that
to be admitted
‘cause it’s all codes in the end, yo
Then the cop that put you in there is acquitted
Nah, bro, that’s a big “No”
Even after they admitted
a d boy
But you scared to hit a bank motherfucker)
That's why your shit ain't right
Know what I' sayin'
(Better get right about your game man)
(Right
focus on me
Big body 760 V twizzy
Keep the heat with me
Cause the streets risky
Rest in peace Tah Free Spiggy
Lost Boy Mafia man the rest history
40
blunt
I'm lampin' on my front porch
about to put a torch to it
then Coco said don't do it
please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old
mad, just kinda sad
But it help that these hoes like rap
It's about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun shit
I'm the goddamn man like
white sheet and body bag
They say I'm gutted, I'm grimy, that's why I'm from the hood
I'm gettin' money in the mornin', boy, I know it's good
My BG's
wheels are hot
You know we drilling a lot
You know we still in the spot
No dealing with cops
Smoking that dope with the mop
In case a boy wanna plot
High
probably find the main jar
I been major, it's Rapsody, boy
I don't trust the score, I've been baffled by judges' cards before
Never leave it in their
sleeps in bed.
That fat boy fills his belly,
My poor boys's a dead,
While we say.
[Chorus]
Little by little by little,
And stone by
Glock
Gang by the side with a big Mac
You ain't got Zod, come shot, we can fix that
Glock in my hand while the Zod stay mixed, Mac
Whole lotta Zod got it
the victim, man I watched how they painted me
Switched up heavy now that boy a lame to me
Got outta there I can't let em bring shame to me
Ain't about business,
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