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Bands on the floor Drac By The Door yehhh I'm ready to let that bitch blow
How they gon do me now
I got some Raccs & A glocc n my Louie pouch
Rich
play with me (with me)
'Cause I'm in love with yo' body (yo' body)
Come and ride me like a Masi' (a Masi')
Top down all on Collins (skrrt)
She look
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
They don't know what to do
Guess I popped out with too many moves
They know my name likes it's in the news
I told my team me we ain't finna lose
Stay
You ain't gotta lie ta kick it
I know ya like to see me doin' bad
But I'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' through my neighborhood
and the day I met
The M-a to the see with the dash
M-o-n-e cash came fast on the ave, see?
(Cars ride by with the boomin systems)
With the (funky) (funky,
with me, I be takin' it far Don't shoot, I pull up and hop out the car
MP go off like I'm rollin' a plug I pull up like a hawk and I'm wheelin' a boat
I
head, boy, don't you play with me
In some tinted, by my lonely Rolling, over east
I'ma look out for all my niggas, swear that we all gon' eat
Gotta calm
nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do
off
I done that, did that, who her? I done hit that
Cats be trippin' off them rats, I ain't really with that
Makes me wanna sit back, I relax
Me and teo sun got that you know I know aye
But you've heard it all before on my old tape
Now we coming back new bang new flav
Yeah we hustle with
with the range
Someone let me out the cage cause
Bitch I'm a dog, straight out the kennel
Only money on my mental (my mental)
We be rollin' cigarillos
stained to lose
What you know life in the five-by-eight?
Locked down for 24 hours straight
Two 4 grown men, just your pot to piss
Nigga, tell me, what
jail
Did some with 'em and I hope he don't tell
Bet they brazy, might break me out the cell
When I make a bean, only time will tell
It was sometimes I
live a life of crime
Though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin' times
Livin' blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homiez had
blooming- on the zooming lens
Rollin' on you nondescript-, you're marked for death
Like Colombians with bad- that gyp-
Tilt the-, twisted up the ooh-wee if
Swear I Can't Stop Chasing Money
Think There's Something Wrong With Me
When I Touch This Money
Feel Like Such c Luxury
I been of a X
Ksav Rollin Off
your grip greasy
Gon' be a hundred up by next year, come hit me next season
Once the fam good, the team straight, gon' get my neck freezin
Real shit, I
I let you out but with no self control
Tryna protect you, it's taking a toll
I try to love you, it's split by the pole
Tryin' to catch me, move so
me on my vacation?
Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
So I'm askin' who is it?
Robertson says that he's The One
Oh sure he is,
If Armageddon
Is your idea of family fun,
An' he's got some planned for you!
(Now, tell me that ain't
our teens in our hand-me-down jeans
Ain't nobody could'a tore us down
We would roll with the breeze do whatever we'd please
All the way through our
rollin'
In a cracked up car probably stolen
But I don't know
Because I left my mind in El Segundo
Rollin deep with a skeleton mask on my face
About
Yo I know no one knows me
As I fill my pockets with posies
So ring around the fuckin rosie
And fuck it this world can blow me
I'm just a kid with
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