Lyrics:
Niggas all about they damn scrilla <<X2>>
Gangsta Boo
To start it off i'm the mutha fuckin lady about her cheese
While you other Herman Benz out
I’m on a money mission
Niggas talking that shit but they ain’t got a pot to piss in
I’m reminiscing
About them times when you niggas was
stripped empty
Oh hell no!
(ah, ah, ah, ah,) X8
Ay yo, my trip from the front door to the second floor
Had me feelin' so alone, embarrassed
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
by the F.B.I.
U.G.L.Y [X7]
u ain't got no aliby
[D&C]
Ugly!!!!!!
Who's taking charge?
X! Now,
Who want it with the god?
Who want it with the god?
Next,
Spittin so vicious
I been on a mission
The boldest addition
Scotty
climbed up in that cab where I
Knew it'd be warm at the wheel
Well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
The way he stuck
where to go
There ain't nothin' to do
I need to erase you
It's a quarter past ten, your grandma should be in bed
Cab's parked 'round back and 12k's in
And wish it was Detroit
I'll break into your Lambo
Shit into your Royce call me daddy of ten
I'm breaking all your toys
I'm boys with Copper Cab yeah, I'm
phone
Been involved with music for 10 years but my skills
Still aren’t flowing onto the page that I write
And the beats being created are too basic,
you should just call her
Bitch made you is not a baller
5'10 don't you wish you were taller
Keep actin fake and you'll be all alone
This n word
the rest
Stummy straight achin' so I get up in the kitchen
Start cuttin' veggies yeah I start fuckin' whippin'
Saving fuckin' dough grate cheese by the block
Drunk in the Valley
By: Shotty Mills
Intro:
In the valley everyone gets drunk in the valley/
Yellin’ out from the urinal stall, someone help me/
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd
no one else could reveal
Her new man said to meet him at eight
She came in dressed to the nines
But by ten it was clear he was more than late
getting by
(Getting by) i don't need a nine and five
Ten and two on the wheel that ain't real
You know a nigga gotta sit back when he roll
Needle on the E
In this world full of photographs and phony laughs from phones
Spinning like photographs and uber cabs I roame
Full stanford for the anthem, cos
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
insane, I'd jump a train
I'd take a plane, I'd land in spain
I'd take a cab up to her path
What was
[Chorus]
Whatever it takes
Said whatever it
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