Lyrics:
and stick to the seventeen
I get the guap by any means (Flll, beep)
Lot of guns on me like I'm a Marine (Bow, grah)
I hit my first juug in 2014
She be my
soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
Don't get caught in the mix
I'm from the side we're
soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
Don't get caught in the mix
I'm from the side we're
soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
Don't get caught in the mix
I'm from the side we're
anthem
Yeah
I said Mahalo Ke Akua
Trying to ride my wave watch out for my Aumakua yea
She ringing my line like Ulua
So I brought her down to Puna
Just
feel lik I can flyyy
They take me on a ride
I, jus wanna get high
Without drugs I can't survive
I, need drugs in my life
They've always been by my side
little bit of love, get a little back
All I need's a little homie, I don't need a lot
All I need's a little homie, I don't need a lot
Gimme little bit
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that
Are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped
Off by the system (Oh)
Cops,
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t
Na uh
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster
I don't care if
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
high
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these
Bitch I'm in the mix
I ain't sanctified want that whole smoke
Mix up in this bitch
I am no savage I'm a whole pope
You know me which side nigga
I
body I call it a tour
You want loving then I can provide
Girl I need you right here by my side
Need a shawty that's willing to ride
We can lay up
One time
Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang
A lot of us
Blah Blah Blah… Yada Yada Yada… (Can People Please Finish What They Sayin’)
By Twenty-Something DJ Franklin
(c) 2022 Raymond F. Quinton
Woke up
you it's not the same, for you I'm a ride.
I want you by my side.
I feel like them ghetto boys, you're playing with my mind.
I'm a tell you one more
chase
(By any means)
The more you doing good' that brings a lot hate
(It comes wit it)
My niggas carry choppers' like the ones they use in kuwait
(Real
mix and match
My hat by elevate
This girl i got attached
Ignoring all the hate
I'm Talking only facts
I been pushing myself
To get what I want
And if
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