Lyrics:
wit My dawgs from Yonkers
But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame
So you better wear your armor, flame on
My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop
character
You know
Look look
Y'all boys out here playin wit it man
Look
Strong alpha male dominant got the urge ta kill
National geographic watch me take down
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
Brought out from the rough
So you could shine like diamond
Even when the tides are rough
We will always keep riding
Down to the Homestead
Ride through
kid
(Disc jock) got the calm cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock) you get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack
(Disc
kid
(Disc jock) got the calm cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock) you get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack
(Disc
with hypnotic
I drink dusse, what do you say
I just mix it wit pappya
This fast car get me going, really racing aint no liar
Yes I need a pharma tech, I
the news
What you think you gon' dodge these bullets like Matrix?
Like a condom, I even lay teck on a bitch
Now that's some cold shit, a low lick, a cold
at all to dickeat
You dont like how i talk then mix me
Dont dickeat
Nigga im not with the joe shit
I aint wit all the bragging and boasting
Im in
and had a small wall green
But tha word out on tha street is that you fucked wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they
bang bang, fight in the lane
Dip Gang still ride with the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the chain
You know who did it still grindin same
Now
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
VV, yeah yo 14, you got another one
I ride in the coupe with the stars
On the roof
Smokin' the gas,
money
Thats my MO
Stayin laid by Meek
That's my MO
Nails done by Dee
That's my MO
I been about my business
That's my MO
I ain't wit that friendly shit
You
game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small Wallgreens
Put tha word out on tha street, don't you fuck wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha
Niggaz act like they got paper but no (oo, oo, oo)
Git it boy niggaz runnin the show (G.I.B.)
If you wit it get your ass on the floor (get up)
But then
Running outta patience that quick
Car rides wit da top down, who would think that i was made for that shit
South throwing 4's up
Some niggas throw
struggle, I done seen pain
I done seen trappers put dope in dey vain
I stayed up late scrapin dope like it paint
Mix it wit some NoDoz if you think that it
if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off like clue "HAHA"
Doc is like poppy, supplying you
to plant bate for my click to fall
We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog
When I tee, LA ride, "It's why'alls"
Website couldnn't find a site wit
late to plant bait for my click to fall
We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog
When I tee, LA ride, "It's y'alls"
Website couldnn't find
You was not by my side
Ah yea
I want my wrist froze
Stay up out the mix
Imma lay low
All y'all are cut throat
Keep my circle small that's all I know
to bat dropping wits on wax
To fit into the mix of the rich and scan'lous
Can't let 'em handle us any kind of way, fuck it
And run away, I don't want it
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