Lyrics:
the rip)
Drop top V, niggas sped off (off the rip)
Coke Boys get the bloody money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stacks
You monkey walk,
have it
Fuckin' with this bad mamma-jam-it
Yeah, I threw this shit in reverse
Grab a nine, by my side
Who ride? Bonnie & Clyde, nigga
Thinking
Rod-man
My plan was to meet at this bar called the Tiki (when?)
'round four, when she was comin' she would beep me
I sat deep in the corner, drinkin'
Tryin' to eat my piece of the pie
See I set my goal, so extremely high
I can’t see 'em from my first
Class seat in the sky
And before my plane departed
I
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I’m
up, pickup and we blowing
Get up to our spot
Where it's hot
Throttles keep going
A lot of miles treading and I'm ready to clock
4 Humble 33's and I'm
I was born in Sierra Leone
But I'm just talking about my ancestry
I'm a Don like Al capone
I jump out the four door whip front seat
G check men
than most
I Jump off a jet and I hop in a ghost
That two tone Patek ima need me like four
I used to kick doors for the bread with the toast
Say I do
this game,to be a cold motha fucka
With the fe's and the lad's, now let the roof
All down while I'm gettin good ol' head,
Smoke the trees in
[tash]
Smoke this blunt
Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to smoke fest '99
I'm glad you all could make it
As you can see admission was free this
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
and bring the cunch lines back (brrt)
Fifty pebs in straight tens gone by lunchtime trap (trap)
Every spot I go, there's always Londoners and Scousers (no
that was jackin'
And by the time we left, the day was night
We hopped in my window, I turned on my lights
We went to my crib and ate, and then we left
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
Champagne in there too
Niggas know what I sip
Tats on both of my wrists
"In Loving memory of hip hop"
I got that in '06
A nigga so West Coast
You can
the people who like me
Four times for the people who don't like me
Five times for the north, east, south, west
Six times for the homies working without rest
the rest
Ass so fat her clothes don't fit
She keep saying it's so damn big
Made that bitch breakfast in bed
She gon' eat that plan b quick
Car so fast seat
heard his whip got 4os onna back no qp
He pull up he get shots in his Audi
Ion even wan smoke unless I got da hottest shit out
I'm rolling exotic
Ion show
learned it up in the pirex
Repping the west not the south
Smoke in my chest that Girl Scout
You could find me in the west bound
They be saying that I'm next
285 but I'm focused
Four fifty four's, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air Forces
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping
that
Reach a tarmac in Minneapolis middle seat
Yesterday the cells inside his chest
Were growing baby teeth
Today a raven radiated vacancy
Wait-two years
Why would I take you to the west
We met in the south
TB4L
I just might go to hell
Nigga got racks in the back
She pay for both tickets I pay for my
Smoke
And The Beast
I Am The Heat
So Can a
Cowboy really be a Gangster
Ya Damn Right
I'ma Break It Down
Synonyms Both Original
For An Outlaw in Separate
rather walk alone by the sea
Until it all comes down off the wall
Come on have a smoke with me
Headed I-40 west out of Arkansas
My home's Texarkana not
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