Lyrics:
hell
All this smoking made my body melt
And I'm knowing that your there for me, but
I'm dealing with these demons by myself
What I vision now you
Santan from the V-V x AJ
Mad mystic with the pen like J.K
True say, I ain't really a drinker
But I got love for brandy like Ray J
Champagne
a star so I'm shooting for the sky
Time goes by and we all gone die
But Ima live life as long as I'm alive
CayneShow
G's up nigga
Put em high
I wanna be
you niggas
What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high
Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
Out the exit window of 5 G5
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
Transportin' ki's in the all black Camero
50 G's on the seat, layin' next to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the police
And I'm a thug on the street
Yeah I score
*Royce talking*
D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)
Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin'
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
Walking down the street like we did last day (oh baby) felling complete like the day we met… oh baby i’m wrecking over…
(D - D5,13 / D - D5,13 / G
and tribulations, and the stress
I've been working five to five to get a check
I.G.G. I got god, I confess
Oh my god, oh my god
I've been blessed
Through the trials
[Shock-G]
Three grinding mice
Trying to make a life called three strikes
The rat got three to five, two got life
Those Three Blind Mice
[Humpty-Hump]
Now,
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
the background:
Yeah man, uh
That's my lil' mami, you know what I'm talkin' about
I fly G5, she fly G5
I stay fly, she stay fly
Simply as that
Aye man I even
G's and 5 five G's in one
[Chorus]
You ready to get loose, shawty, better be
Sittin' on them leather seats
If not, pat yo feet on the concrete
they comin' out
Hit LB when the jokes up, touch down
That real Za, sixty-five hunnid for a pound
Ask G4 he know, we got the team strong
That chain
[B.G.]
Fuck all that asshole and papers on my mind
Trying to come up I need every single dime
5, 9, 6, 51, 09
Look out for me, give me something
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
mashed up on the glass, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga coming down with blue and purple
Coming down with the 5th in the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much
see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times]
shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z,
shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G,
shout outs to my
don't want know
R.S.V.P! (x2)
(No relation) Get Up, Get Out! (x3)
Are you in or out, or in or out?
Say G, you've been acting like a brother (like
holla
I'm gettin high today high today
Lookin for a brighter day brighter day
Fuckin with my G's from around the way
The way the way the way the way
it back to 25 A G
No C, niggas out here know I got the D
P.G. makin' plays, twerkin' off a P
Broke that bitch down, I been hustlin' all week
All week
when you see
Them West Coast G's mobbin' 4 and 5 deep
And flossin' whips
Shake it, shake it babe, West Coast Gangstas 5 deep
And that's killa...
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
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