Lyrics:
kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform
Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform
one left the only sound
Are treads that roll all over town
Explosive rounds, load 'em now
All as one we're rolling out
war when I suggest you live in a tank
What's your kid gonna think?
Come home and find your wig in the sink
I dig in the bank, and pull out eighty, then
and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
crazy nights of fun
We were out of control and going out in flames of glory
And now you're like god damn (god damn)
Now he's riding round with
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
featuring Snoop Dogg Fiend
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo Fiend Magic check this out.
This Snoop Dogg.
I got a problem with this nigga down
on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them
And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks
Smoking by the eighths I done ran bitch I need more dank
How much did you drink bitch idk I know I'm still sipping
Moving like a tank army with me you know
I hit the shot for the game yea
We Gon go insane
We smoke gas propanee
And cash out by the bank yea
We was just tryna get some rank
Yea on E yea no
hope you not offended by my stare
But I'm trynna figure out if you can do that right here
My dear let's be clear I got the revenue
But this connection
embezzling, she was heaven-sent
Ridin' round in a blacked-out, with the 5%
Something new, you don't know about, you ain't never been
Things that I said keep
There once was a man not long ago
He went by the name of dirty joe
It's said he rode the wheels all through the night
(All through the night)
the game on lock, you barely a holdin' tank
Get drunk, get to shootin bust the whole club out
Us thugs out, I'm tryin' to dumb out, 'til I get drunk out
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
Somethin just like Michael Phelps
I can do this by myself
Do this by myself
What the fuck is you hatin for
Probably cause I'm gettin paypa hoe
Ridin round
to Lewisburg to Pat Ryanoch
You hear me? Man we blue moons homie
We come out every now and then so if they
Ain't gonna get down with the network and
They got
'em)
I'm scared to count my blessings 'cause I'm gettin' watched by my opps (foes)
But fuck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
girls in all the little dresses, good Lord
They knew we weren't from 'round there
'Cause every time we down there we pulling out the Boost Mobile sim
Switch locations bitch I'm leaving by tomorrow
Yea
I get big racks like what the fuck you think
Yea
I'm the main catch big shark up in the tank
Yea
Just
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