Lyrics:
Liks are Alkaholiks
We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise
Doin' donuts in Ferraris, like some drunk hot boys
Do or die fool! Straight
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
see today this ain't the milk
It's time to get you boys some meat today
Second Corinthians 5: 17
Let's talk salvation
If any man be in Christ
Then he
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
Thoughts goin through my mind nigga had tried to shine
I would be bout dat iron in this foolishness frame of mind
In the front door actin a donkey wit tha
hurt
Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
on the compound
Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
(2x)
[Verse 2]
(JT Tha Bigga Figga)
Never say they flow or flooded with game
10 years done past
.G.
(Chorus) B.G. 4x
Fuckin' with tha B.G.
Ca$h Money goin' broke puttin change on niggas brain behind me
Verse Two: B.G.
I ride dirty
out to I20
Sha my rhymes is good money
Whether rollin' with Achmed and
Dervin swerving the street
To where Chaka Zulu
Shawnna and Luda Disturbing tha
Pussy talkin' shit, so we stretch him like latex[00:10.12]Hella bitches on my phone, like who givin' brain next?[00:12.07]Play it by ear, bitch, fuck
Thats right
Thats right
Thats right
Stuntin' in a foreign through the coast' of tha
West side
West side
West side
She gon' be there
For the boy
Legs
To end poverty
Honestly but fuck it like sodomy I'ma
Be blowin' that shit like
Your Bitch when she out here
Givin' top to me (chuah)
I been the hottest
tree
Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne tha God
And Lord Jamar thought it would be
Wait a minute, the Lord and the God hate me
Jesus
one in tha chamber cuz cockin it take too long!
Why?
Cuz you in a muthafuckin chopper zone!
[Verse 1:]
The crackers got a law called 10-20
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from now... yeah
Maybe my pastor struck a nerve... by calling me out,
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
Backseat bandit got yo bitch in tha whip goin crazy
Why tf you flex 20 10s that shit be hella petty
I'll hit from steph range big 30 couldn't faze me
Too sexy[00:04.62]Baby don't test me[00:09.48]Oh, oh-oh, oh[00:14.34]Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah[00:19.47]Too Sexy[00:20.40]Be my lil mama for
twenty-four inches is how low I let it hang
How 'bout the ride 'n let the diamonds smoke off the range
Just by the chain you can tell the big kid do a stain
Where your motives lay:
You stand ta ruin in many ways
By these misplaced emotions ya let Get ya led astray...
Ya gregorius!
I see Greg , be dead , me
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,
make you frown, liftin' up the bitches gown
Beatin' down had to pounce I be smokin' by the ounce
Got a big fuckin' chop for ya neck, yeah who's next
Ima
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