Lyrics:
Bumpin ziga zow
Puffin zaza zig
Then I'm out
Ziga zow
Ziga zow
Ziga zow
Guns right by the waist or the Boomer kit in the pouch
Blow
Aged like in a day
Game and Drizzy
Surrounded by them diamonds, I'mma cold mackin
Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Closed till New Years
Like a canopy belying Guns
N Roses over anarchy
Convulsing on the bassinet hooked
To the 2D scroller
And shook in a boozy muller with
I'm their shooter
My new guns is plastic, new N.O.R.E.'s a classic
I'ma live the dream yo
No time to sleep yo
If you know what we know
Y'all
Every day
And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by
[Verse Tsunami VIII]
The sun gu'n shine in the summer
The flowers gu'n bloom in the spring
Baby girl i swear i could hear you thunder
Make that,
station, where you get your gas.
Then there's Dixie Rose Deluxe's,
Honky Tonk, Feed Store, Gun Shop, Used Car,
Beer, Bait, Barbecue, Barber Shop, Laundromat.
n****
Solid you can't knock me off my purpose, (yea)
Shining on you that's on purpose, (that's on purpose)
Hustle Makes Perfect, (I'm always working)
La pauvreté intellectuelle, n'est pas l'privilège du Ghetto
En matière de connaissances, chacun sa part du gâteau
Démarche individuelle, désir de
we're mixing potion
Slashin' like Guns N' Roses
You got options but I been chosen
To deal with you the way you like
The way you like it
To deal with
abolished it was just redesigned
Don't be twisted by the black on black crimes
Revolution will be live and not televised
[Bridge]
You wanna be a slave or you
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
tricky
Young turn n***a from the park, uh-huh
Went from lam' to rose' to hoppin' out, tryna let it spark, uh-huh
We be in the hood, hot, watchin' out for
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
the block
Since black rose since kairi Chanel
Learned to channel my voice,
The game gettin fake n it’s easy to tell
I come from a city of doers
me
It hits way different when you know some ns could turn for hoes but
Fuck it my n thats how it goes
Regardless of what happens my ns still know
the crime and walk, no- because
Everything seems cloudy
I've never been robbed in the
Game 'cause I'm rowdy
Carry on, I will take a hammer to your Audi
I'm
a perfect picture
bombin' hooties with percision
Mind intensions to get with ya
with the S-N double-O-P dogg
to help my fuckin' homie
you's a cold
n*ggas gettin to it, can't knock us
By da rules when we do it, so its proper
They say you lose when you snooze, so I got up, I got us
I'll sleep when I die
ihrem Mikrokabel
Und hab', wenn mich Kripos jagen, Kugeln in der Trommel wie du beim Bingoabend
T-O-N-I, der Fels in der Brandung
Schnell mit der Gun
Every day
And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
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