Lyrics:
pierdole tych którzy tu odpierdalają chałę
W obronie tej muzyki jestem gotów oddać życie
I nie chcę by ktokolwiek nazwał moją płytę kiczem
To jest klasyk!
to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask
listening to that dayton family
I remember daddy-O when he put me on syrup
Remember Junior was 14 working with a quarter bird nigga
[Chorus 2x]
Them long
the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit
I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs
I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms
And now it's ninety-fo',
[Verse 1:]
How could I ever make you see the light, and make you read it right
Money power respect nigga, thas the key to life
But see its costy,
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen
You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on
You're not scarin' the X
featuring Do or Die
Hook(2x)
keep on takin me high so high
if they say we fly we fly
(who dat?) freakin Do or Die
(who
saw it
Its off tha chain
High yellow Mexican b****es they all for brain
But watch them hoes who want the change
Its not a game
Or short cuban
daddy do his thing 'cause I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
And its a shame how the game must be played
It was told never fold by
on sights of my enemy
I'm comin' through
And then I bomb your whole vicinity
Why they actin' fakin' jacks? You're
Not a friend of me i peeped your card
You're
I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national
humble
I’ll rather be by my lonely
My sniper he geekin n rollin 2x
I got the juice no oj
N the kitchen whipping the 4 way
Shot a fuck nigga
insuring they car
Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
We got too much green, and that's real by far
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Chorus x2: Shoulda broke it to the left man
[KILO]
I was born to be a PIMP!
Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin,
Never caught on my
find a red ocean of pigs
Stay away from my zone
Where it starts and it ends
That's how we murder policemen upon planet 10
Step up in this 8 by 10
stang suckin on my dick
All caps pussy you a lil bitch
Lotta stick play
Bomb Lika AK
Fuck what they say
Tryna maintain
You on tha same thang
I'm with
all you want
I've been down this long road more than once
I had to lawnmower over the brush
It's an ongoing fuss
War with Daddy Warbucks 'til
they feeling
I been in this position
Since a young child in this bitch
Gotta come up get rich
I been having it walk in the mall
By what i want and ball
the scene
Didn't give a fuck, I was looking mean
Can't hear the doctor over momma's screams
Real nigga born outta daddy's seeds
Little homie growing up with
the scoop
What you think I'm stupid
My crew is mad deep
I hope you niggas sleep
[B.G.]
I throw a bomb through you window
Burn you up and your hoe
I catch
ima throw em a casket, and i cant lie this shit aint easy tried to label me average, walked through tha storm by my lonely feel like they left me
the fuck you is
But you did me a favor I needed badly
You gave me your family and I'm the Captain here
Your baby call me Daddy
Chorus (uncredited female
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