Lyrics:
dinner
Flow smoother than that rye from a copper still
Unfiltered take your shots they never copped the steel
Shit they like Copperfield
It's all illusions
a sack blaze a sack/Where
them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat
(It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C
you better beleive it)Where my
don't need me
But still do anything to please me
Yeaahh right, make my night
I catch a opp by the spot it's on site
Bodies gon drop like the switch
the best cause we deserve it
They know when I'm comin, cause niggas can hear me before they can see me and they can't
Believe it cause I'm bumpin Eazy-E
I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us
If not boo, you know what, I still fucked you
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from
("ha ha ha-tweaking") -(Eazy E - "damn.")
Hold on, though we call it ghost rider
Every time we see them you fulfill the danger
Ain't nothin'
think his baby mama is smokin' 'cause she's always broke
And the young girls is dressin' more and more sleazy
And everybody and they mama talkin' 'bout
think his baby mama is smokin' 'cause she's always broke
And the young girls is dressin' more and more sleazy
And everybody and they mama talkin' 'bout
They killin' teens, they killin' dreams (it's murder)
Yo, come on we gotta stick together, we all we got
Police taking shots and I ain't talkin' bout
run
Never knew how a Chevrolet run
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre
I am the new NWA
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Take
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
cross the country, jump across and cross you over alley-oop
A private plane with Gucci Mane, these hoes high as the altitude
RIP to Eazy-E cause them boys
trash
I guess 'cause you was so good with a
Freeway they keep givin' you an E-Z Pass
"Yo Goodz! Why you talkin' like this?!"
I made loopholes for gettin'
wanna fuck hoes, so bring your pussy through (bring your pussy, bitch)
Disrespectful on the mic like I'm Eazy-E (like I'm Eazy)
Bomptown, baby, yeah,
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Yeah, how many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know
Bankroll Fresh
Shawty Lo, Pop Smoke, and XXX
I miss the Ol' Dirty Bastard, and Eazy-E
Nate Dogg, Phife Dawg, and MC Breed
What's up, my nigga Flipside, OFTB
cared about a nigga cause I always been a nigga on
Cool shit bob the builder way we carrying tool kits
Feeling like I'm Eazy - E up on this record cause
Shit too slick like eazy e
Up from the hip the glick like, (shh) please stop squeezing me
These niggas sweet like sap, they gone get blowed in
Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Lord bless 'em please bless their seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down
the broomstick (21)
All my opps Ben Simmons, they don't shoot shit (pussy)
Savage, Eazy-E, lil' bitch, I'm ruthless (21, 21)
My opps Js, if we smoke 'em, we'll
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