Lyrics:
Got da P for for the low, but I’m taxing
Whatever dat I cop from da plug, he gone match it
Nigga play, you can catch a slug, I’m not with da rapping
hard to sleep
I wrote a little song about it
In she came with the same type game
The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame
Big thangs, so big
already on your feet why don't you help somebody else
This what I was taught, so that's what I live by
'Cause you can't take none of this shit with you
so I ain't feeling Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me
mattress
In my dark room
Stayed warm with fire lit matches
Seeing flashes when
Better run
I'm yin and yang both Ron done and Dunn
I'm the holy father
From the way I walk already know That the dick good
Yes I wear a lot of hats gotta know My pick good
I'm Ron e polo I can just be me
The life I live go
need the whole leaf
(Khalifa, what up)
I buy big cars, need the whole street
5 cars, niggas 4 deep
One hot car with goons all in cold heat
I’m a Porsche
This is for mom
Miss Linda Harwood
Miss Cathy Hill
This is for you.
I respect my mother
With every step I take
She was there for my first
that cannot sit still
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits
And some say the end is near
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
I certainly hope
In the Premier League
You niggas in the Mvela League
If I loan you money, you gotta show me certainty
Give you courtesy, I kill 'em with my certainty
'm refusin to lose
I'mma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
None-a-y'all niggas is welcome
'm refusin to lose
I'mma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove
Live nigga shit right there
Beware, stand clear
None-a-y'all niggas is welcome
the butt end of the banana vessel
And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,
and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
and all I could think was:
"I hope
that cap I still drive to them birdies
Still got that slab all my pistols is dirty
Rock with my cock you would think I’m Ron Jeremy
I cannot stop from
that wasn’t wrong
I hated myself you weren’t alarmed
I finally cut lex you wouldn’t cut Ron (like what)
I’m done with it don’t want this
Good luck sis
I
this shit
Nigga, I never believed it
Two-tone, no trace with a switch
And that bad bitch vegan, rr
Rollie on the left
(Hood) , Carti' on the right
Boy
Whole Bunch of bitches who fucking soft
Just shoulders left heads I'm knocking off
cnd it's free of charge take a seat by the bar
In a bordello with a few
tk [Verse 1]
I could show you how this works
We gon pop out like percs
I slide by myself I don’t need to help
I pop this gun I don’t pop no perc
I
Yeah
Ron Lamont
You know how I do
Yeah
Wake up in the mornin get my cash right
A bag of okey doke and a canned sprite
Spendin money from a year ago
and the wop
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us
To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break
The next coroner priests don't have enough cups for us
To slow us up, they hit us with dusk
Then they rush-bust, my man Big Ron will break the cuffs
300
as hell surrounded by bombshells
Careful as I get near'em, stand near and compare 'em
Or all girl heir 'em, I'm the man with the serum
Assets,
the
Cheese and the grit's
In the crib I hide the pills
And the weed by the brick
About a half by the O, Little Ron
Little snow i don't bring my niggas over
(what?)
But it's a damn shame what a brother 'bout to do to the game
I got Mark Ron' backin' me up
I'm already on a song with Nate Dogg
That's why you
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