Lyrics:
and niggas got in they feelings (Oh yeah)
And if you reach for that bag we body you put in it (No cap)
Got em at that red light we air it out (Grr grrr)
When
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
Mafia
Hot Beezle, what's brackin', nigga?
The pussy out of line, the pussy get they head bust (get they head bust)
Ha, you dig?
B-Loc and Bentley,
cigars
Red sky, hot breeze, ladies like the guitars
And I can assure ya ass my pueblo is ghetto
Veteran cars ain't no flat tire, just hold on
Or we can
Put this hot red revolver to your cheek while you're grinning
I could cheat Roger Clemens
Catch a nigga riding deep in your women
Beep goes
bitch la vida loca
Bitch name Coca and I stroke her in the hot tub
Niggas say it's love, though it's not love
So I'm in the VIP strip club section, I'm
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
yo bitch you cant save her
Turn that boy to a lick finesse em out his paper
Red beam on his head bullets come you cant shake em
Ay, Ice on my neck new
of the night
Weapons in my trunk that I know will make you cry
When I come around you'll be blinded by the lights
You're out of time
I, I'm the one who will make
a prison
Fell out of touch with my faith I was nihilistic
They call me Cyclops, cause I was blind in one eye
I'm out the army now I'm tryin' to decide
my motherfuckin' birthday
Swore I'm in LA, the bitch drag race
I'm in the Lam'
I'm switching the gears and it
Came with a cam
Kick a bitch out
Como?
If you got that hot blood
Esto es pa' la gente con sangre caliente,
Turn around now back up,
Preparate mujer porque mi lengua esta fuerte,
windows tinted in the city
Just like Mardi Gras, they show me titties when they see me
Cook up early morning, shit be hot like shrimp and grits
I eat
cream of the crop, creme de la creme
Spent years buildin' with cats in the streets, so they my men
Again, GangStarr has done it
Remember too much
Smooth, but still nasty like a barracuda
We’re hot in Alaska, cool in Bermuda
Students of life, our minds right
No attitude of entitlement
My ascent’s
all of you get Salamanca’d
And it Yatahey comprende’ que pasa
A payaso do it for la raza
Picasso painting all the pictures in the pain
Take
Something has woke my a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more thumping ensued
I jumped out of my bed thinking I'd been invaded, heard
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
men choose hoes over wives
It's far more than a trivial thing
As all my angles in the aviary sing
Doo, eh, ho, la
Doo, eh, ho, la
Years have passed but
gear box, burning rubber on the roads
And we coppin fully white bricks
And we zooming by the cops, buck50 real quick
Swerving in and out of lanes
Lemme
Bitch i walk in that bitch wit a tool
Walk in that bitch and i spray
Bitch im money makin in LA
Bitch im feeling like im drake
Fuckin that bitch off that
gotta give it up to my homies in Brooklyn
Romeo Mt. Clemens to Metro Beat
From Huston, to L.A., back to Stoney Creek
Like I said, roll it up take
respect, I hop in the coupe
Land in the jet
Bitches can't keep their hands out my sweats
G-Unit
New York City is the ground I'm stompin'
And I'm in LA wit'
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