Lyrics:
eventually
You got the N.W.O. (low cash flow)
Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who)
And crosstown niggas trying to (bust at you)
Aiyyo they got
the street made me oh lord forgive
Me for my sins never sin again protect
Who's left and watch our steps Hundred enemies with fifty bullets
One shot two men
You better fuckin' knock a hole in your A-O
I'm marchin' with my AK one two three
Ya'll niggas want to be like us but it ain't gone be
Huh nigga
and dad, could never be described by any Magnitude
And when im feeling lonely ma your love is Overdue
Cause You created movies Born up from a photo booth
banging on 2k I ain't talking bout Razz B
My whole body is numb ain't no way it's gon stop me from feelin on ass cheeks
Lotion her body from sun up
time with G.O.D
Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss
Call of the night
Shine on me moonlight
Take my eyesight, blue light
Two-faced sides of the street-lined neon lights
Call of the night
Take me away
time with G.O.D
Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
I guess
Yeah
Think I got this far from being stupid nigga
Think I got this far being a pussy
I had to let my nuts hang to the flo
Hid my dope under
Yeah
Think I got this far from being stupid nigga
Think I got this far being a pussy
I had to let my nuts hang to the flo
Hid my dope under
three steps from a peace prize
Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
Knuckle up, put em up, yeah guard your grill
And that's coming from
fully armed
Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws
Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro
Two choices, bass off
through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time i get my spit on, no doubt, i spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track
I'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if you're down with the C-
Double-O-L-I-O with the flow
I'm lookin' for the party,
I'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if you're down with the C-
Double-O-L-I-O with the flow
I'm lookin' for the party,
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw
Catch me in the meadows, you can holla at me baby
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Blow it up if you want, but mine's pretty and it's betta
Just got the hook-up
Born in the days of a criminal
Runnin' from the cops and can't
Let 'em see me so I'm hopin' out the Benz
It's time to let the valet step
Gotta make my
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O
don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood, where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O
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