Lyrics:
the gall
To write your name up on the girl's room wall
And send you out to Maria who spoke of babies and all
And wanted to shoot your joy
It's a hard
need a Fanny
Ghost ride the bitch I’m top call me Danny
Big cheeks by the 2 call her sandy
Fanta sippin leaning mixed
With Some candy aye
West vibes not
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
And by the way how does it grow?
1,2 what's in the stew
3,4 no one's really sure
5,6 what's in the mix
7,8 this stuff tastes
The explanation's
started on the MARTA
From the West side
Y'all prolly know that by now
This is where the block hot
You might hear a glock pop
Be cool, that aint unfamiliar
time ago, on the five-o,
when I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).
Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter,
dime
Wop got me out the trenches, had murder on my mind (Wop)
And the plug just called, said thirty on the line (uh)
Need a P up in the East and need
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real
(Everyone in this room is inspired by you
Who are you inspired by?
Well Kanye West obviously)
(That's game Hendrix)
I'm tired of the fake
I'm tired
been peeping your moves looking both ways
Keep on rolling up I'm giving no shame
Tryna get to the top but I'm so just tryna get gone
So high I'm out
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you
a shame, i'm mixing problems with pain
Forming O's out on the porch to get some wisdom from the rain (Wisdom from the rain)
100 flames, 100 flames make
On a way - on a way
Drum and Bass is on a away, on a way
Raver to Raver is on a way, on a way
Now jungle music is a on a way, on a way
Now we dance
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
fake niggaz make it
Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant
Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me
North-South-West-East, cutty
fake niggaz make it
Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant
Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me
North-South-West-East, cutty
getting chewed by some Nemo's
I'm blowin' weed smoke, livin' on a speed boat
Music in my engine, that's the only way the dream floats
So I'm gon' be
a nigga all out of bounds in West L.A.
I'm trying to find your granny's house, is your auntie house
Well um, you know we sorta kinda burn it out
You know
It will be the first time an East nigga
Break a West nigga outta the bing
Ain't no way out the streets but up and down
Look around either six figures
know that your close
Snap out of it bitch
It's simple as that you were made for this shit
You're way to gifted to flop once you get to the top
So
cause I know you know my name and
Knocking MC's out the frame and, putting them suckers to shame and
I live for hip-hop, so I have no time for fun
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