Lyrics:
on a regular
I'm walking round with the muhfuckin' cake
And I walk around with this muhfuckin' drake
I just want a piece of that ass like a cake
I roll a big ahh
the hood, right where I be at
Don't go to the store, that's where they deep at
Right there by the dope, that's where I keep that
Big ol' MAC-11, knock your
out a twenty-one I'll leave wit somebody else
It's somethin about the way I rock a fuckin mic
Big Snoop Dogg what that Crip like
My nigga Fred Wreck
a twenty-one I'll leave wit somebody else
It's somethin about the way I rock a fuckin mic
Big Snoop Dogg what that Crip like
My nigga Fred Wreck with a G in
what should I do
Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue
Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down
Or should I shoot out
It ain't no private jet, but this private sex
She like to all black, the room
Cop a big ass chain, that bitch gon' bling
In the dark white like
You ready-ready?
You ready-ready?
You ready-ready?
If you already got plans
You should cancel them
Wanna bang?
We can hang
With the best of them
with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, so I
what's up with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G
P-O-U-N-D,
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
I'm too high for you to get me now
22 years on top so you could never forget me now
There's no way to shut me down
Rock and roll with the lion if
nothin'
The big axe is Paul Bunyan
Blood splatter from his bladder
Docs was all buggin'
Like, "We knew he was bold
But can't believe the gall of him"
Bitch,
go big I ain't fuckin wit these hoes
It don't make no sense when I got me a rider
They watch how you winnin' they starting a riot
Keep you a torch if
Come on
I'm in a big body coupe SUV with the tint
Maison Margielas gone fuck up the sofas in all of the sections
We ain't supposed to sit
Chasing
Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won
Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,
untouchable
All I can know is 365 days of pain
My name, how to sell cocaine
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
I can aim and shoot
never been outdated
Gots to be fly by the way I state it
Now, of myself, I say I'm a big fan
Got more rhymes than words by the Letterman
Positive
a millennium chains
Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings
With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes
You was in love with the pussy, it
send 'em home with trays of slugs in they dome
Blown out the frame by the Rock, Mr. Flipster
Shit's Heltah Skeltah, where's the Inflixter?
Right by
If ya think that ur dark im darker/ Big flo father/ punch man up like Tyson did wilder/
Big fat Spliff I roll it and spark up/
Kung fu tongue I'm
If ya think that ur dark im darker/ Big flo father/ punch man up like Tyson did wilder/
Big fat Spliff I roll it and spark up/
Kung fu tongue I'm
been going Justin Bieber big so I just
Pulled up on the scene
And then I had to make it rock
My accountant checked the stocks
My numbers going up
I
(Now whut's up?)
Aiyyo we ain't playin' fair no more, there's somethin' new in store
A Hot Boy but not from the 504
New technique to rock the mic
balling out of control
Switching lanes on swinging thangs, that's called swang and bang
The club packed from front to back, that club off the chain
You
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