Lyrics:
Oakland, Frisco
and all them hustlas that's rollin with me
the TRU click, King George, see-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed
and ya'll know the Ice
just the past, you know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin over,
know it never lasts
And you know how time flies by so fast
Look at rap music, they said it was a fad
But now it's takin' over and I'm so glad
'Cause I
me long to smoke a whole 3.5
Took a Look to my left, look to my right
That’s my bro, that’s my bro
Both are by my side
If I see the PO
I can’t stop I
a grin on my grill
Rollin up my tinted windows, raise my antenna
Cause I'm not only fly, but I'm a big bred winner
Girls in bikinis in my back seat
As I'm
Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brr
Brr
Brr
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
It’s a rich nigga party you can’t get in here
Bring a gat cause you know we got them sticks in here
Percs and molly bitch you know we get lit in here
In the basement flat, by the garages
Where people dump their mattresses
Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches
The slats on her blinds are
All
copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
Big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never lose
The illest never one at a time, just by the two's
And ooh,
run deep
Permanent markings in my aura, i clench my teeth
But i still keep it rolling
I still keep it
Rollin
Big bills I been
Folding
It's green in my…
still we got enough sense to never bust 'em too fast
And now I'm runnin a roll call, startin with D
Big Doc and Yon, K-Cloud and E
Young (?) Rich
a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig
Fucked around nigga 15, I spend
22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s
PlayStation with that DVD
Smoked out tent no need
a question
Big ed is on a funky g lesson
Now, how many g's in the house tonight
And how many g's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a g thang ba-by
I
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Rollin' with Da Youngstaz Rotten
him a stack pack
He swear that shit smokin
Come shop any time of the day
I be open
I'm ridin black truck wit da K
When I'm rollin
I get it in
Get it off
that big house on the hill
Can't fall in love with no bitch
Fuck the fame, I'd rather be rich
Diamonds on me and they glist'
Brought the flame, rack
Now I'm worth a hundred grand
Not here for the fuck shit, check isn't up
It ain't up for discussion
Been rollin' blunts since like 12:
32, it's 4: 30
you, make a nigga want to muzzle you
We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks
Pool hall nigga made good
Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed
IM so driven
My bars hittin
Now I'm sittin
That I can later make my livin just wit spittin
Cuz I'm part of something big
Where we call it IM but
Breaking bread with my gang, if they want the loaf then I like the crumbs
They gon' need this shit on DVD, BRB
Heard that bitches outside wanna see my teeth,
yet, I didn't know shit, just rich off fraud
But I get it, you aint know me, put that my only God
Man this shit wasn't always peachy, I'm just like you,
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
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