Lyrics:
take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you
take this ride, make you feel it
Inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you
what I said I went over you head
By the time you level up I'll be making more bread
Well its time now we got the spot on the lock
Well its time now gold
also
Slam the strike edition
What up? Corleone smoke the bone
Tone phone me
What up? He tried to slang there
Address him with chrome only
Grady with
Hook
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
J.E.V.O.N.......YEA, J.E.V.O.N.
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
slams
I'm not a butt nut you know that I never bang
But I lick more coochie than K.D. Lang
But I'm not gonna kick an X-rated rap
And even if I did
cold
The lands full of game and the
Creeks are full of gold
Just west of the mountains is
A town they call gibbonsville
You can sure get gold fever
You
[Kevin Rudolf]
In the city of dreams,
You get caught up
In the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy he used to bomb,
From B.K
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
rappers be thinking in every city, yo
[Kazi]
Yeah, you want to fight don't ya, you want to bite don't ya?
The involvement of a new coast is here
It's business, man
Wake up to the business
You handle yours, I handle mine
At the end of the day, what's done is done
Uh
Gotta be real, gotta
this game, flooded up rings
Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in your brain
If you a killer, then slugs we exchange
We like the mobsters, bullet
Chevy in my yard
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside southern robe is fresh
Triple gold double-A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I
(D-Lo the motherfucking Doctor, ayy)
Relax, kick yo feet up
Enjoy what we came to bring ya (Yeah)
Gold teeth when I smile
Kansas City is the town (KC)
Where them niggas
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
Quick to strap up, you'd think my name was "kid, back up"
Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con
Dropped off another angel just to fall for you
That is long gone, baby you should know
I still believe your heart could rest so deep beside me
I want to fly
boy)
'Cause if the shoe is on the shelf, you should have some man (big boy)
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none man (big boy)
You may
Chevy in my yard
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside southern robe is fresh
Triple gold double-A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I
a brother rich, it’s a fact like that
(ayy) act hard, but you broke
Like ya pullin’ up at Jack
Say I work at iHop
Cause all I do is count stacks
(Take Take
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