Lyrics:
[Chorus]
(Kokane & E-40)
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller
be yourself son but you try too hard chasing clout done gone too far.
What you want
Pop ya collar stack some dollars to the ceiling
Save the drama for
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
jacks
Shit is real like E-packs, forty fifty-sixes
Trims and gimmicks couldn't faze the true heartache
When I first started, but then few remember
about facts; I never fake jacks
Shit is real like E-packs, forty fifty-sixes
Trims and gimmicks couldn't faze the true heartache
When I first started, but
ain't shit pop but the water in pots
We cookin the crack
Distributin' to the block gettin' it back
I use the same formula for rap
I'm warnin' ya
Leavin'
Okay yeah ay are and the sawed off
Pull on up than i pop off
Yeah with the ay are and the sawed off
Drop ya'll damn dawg make your body drop
Huh with
Ain't no by here to save ya
Oh no
Who you gonna call
Ain't no body here to save ya
big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll
I represent, the town called the Rich
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch
HK's pop, a young
on shit
My work potent and it's cheaper
The thun doola pop out everyday
For the shmoney nigga cause I need it
What is ya reason?
This shmoney flowing
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
man on E like Cyrus
Throw that in two-two, throw that it on niners
Would've been added, but it ain't at ya
Crashed on M-P when it went empty
The man
If I pop out with that burner
It's gon be a murder
That 40 hurt ya
Or maybe even murk ya
Don't make mistakes
I can't take these hoes on dates
They
in your mother's home
[Blue Chip]
Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar
Ain't nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar
tissue and deep gashes
Cover 40% of ya' body like heat rashes
Better do meter dashes I got matches
And a metal tank with highly combustible gases
[Bugzy
by the streets
But that don't mean that I don't take this shit serious
I'm still aimin' to reach the apex of the pyramids
The truth is... I really love
ya get glockjaw (uh)
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar (uh)
Everybody play the tough guy (yeah) 'til shit pop off (yeah)
Let's take it
ya get glockjaw (uh)
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar (uh)
Everybody play the tough guy (yeah) 'til shit pop off (yeah)
Let's take it
Talk ya talk aye
Scottie got the flames
Got the flames got the hot hot hot
(Haw haw haw)
Smoking on the weed on the weed
Chop pop pop
Pull up
Yeah, we finna set it off in this motherfucker, ya heard me?
I'm finna put you bitch ass niggas in the trash can with this one
I'm tired of all you
Yeah, we finna set it off in this motherfucker, ya heard me?
I'm finna put you bitch ass niggas in the trash can with this one
I'm tired of all you
ova nuttin'
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from
swallow your tongue
HOW?!? I'll tell ya later, pop your ass Miss Kezy
Where we headed? Venice Beach
Gotta go pick up our greasy ex-po po martial arts
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