Lyrics:
much liquor one thang led into another
But you know where he messed up, he told her he loved her
This about a lil' mama too if pop was here
I know it's
drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX
drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX
the greatest) [x2]
Oh’onyeta eee… (Deliverer)
Ada k’um o… (My Father)
[Inyil’owo Inyil’owo] (Star, Star)
Awo chika ma o… (You alone are worthy)
[Oj’ola l
his neck
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a
Bumble bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we
thangs, yuh unh
That bad lil bih she want my gwap yuh
She want my bands, yuh ayy
La shorty veut fuck avec me mais c'est pas le thème yuh ayy
Je pop des
on 'cause next's on the list
The rest of you worker's stand down with that funny shit
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
Dont even think bout betrayin me
I keep that K on me, keep that thang on me
And Imma let that thang bang and thats on me
You aint no kin to me, yeen no
down
Stay tamed
Lil nigga call me Pops I show out
Bang Bang
Bang Bang
Yeah yeah you call me Pops
Bang Bang
Bang Bang
Yeah yeah you ain't bout that life
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
ain’t enough so my clip got extended
I’m strapped in the ride keep that thang on my side
I’m not where you from niggas bang on my side
Get stained where
Cage, face off
The dark knight, i make it a dark night when
I'm gettin' that K off
Better than whoever done it
Even officers better run it with the drum
I
ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be
In the car called life take the lame route
Going nowhere fast but you think that you not
Cause you never hesitate to
Take the thang out
In the drop
Ya Drip so outtaspace ya imma astronaut
You got a zuzu Got a gxr
Copped that busa Or A Honda
My pops pulled out that ryker
That bitch punchin
hoop
My God, now suck it like you was bout to use a hoover vacuum
That dude is stupid in the booth I
K.I.L.L. people say I'm crazy maybe so I need to go
determined her body burnin' like some Cajun hot sauce
And she lookin' better than some famous pop star
The way that ass shaking way more entertaining by far
of ya friends, let's jump off crazy
We can hit L.A. on a private jet, go to the L'Ermitage
For some private sex, I'ma smoke some haze
You can pop some Ex
that way
In the trunk of his Cadillac, 24 K's
And I'm tryin' to get that gwhop like twenty-four days
Need a solid gold bitch like 24K
And I ain't got
backwards Wonderland Malice you can tell by the traffic that I'm bout that mighty dollar all the baller's balling hard if you with me pop your collar
yeah we be the truest
Chorus: computer voice
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that S.T.C
Pop
Pop
Pop goes the weasel
What happened to that boy only we know
Stop drop roll when the heat blows
The cemetery full of brave niggas and heroes
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