Lyrics:
keep 'em up
I go chemo, givе you cancer
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer
Dummy got got by the woos
Would have got away
If he pulled his pants up
I hold that
and the b.u.l.l.d.o.g.s.
Yo whole rock this, look
Yo brown is my complexion, I got that electric connection
Now who needs some protection?
We rocking hip-hop, come in
go by Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang ha
Yeah I ain't talked my shit in a lil minute
Soft Voice and all nigga get
(Phenom Da Don nigga)
My bitches, bad (Bitch)
And she ain't going for that (Naw)
Got every color Birkin bag (Every color)
Just to make them
when you come home, hold on
To all of my fellas up in jail that's in there gettin' swell
That ordered my music, bought my music through music-by-mail
We
on me had to relocate
My niggas rob you if you got the cake
Get to the money real fast aint no break
Moving to fast got bagged by the jakes
On the box
that i can fuck with
Hi, do you need a story for your beddy, by time
Incase you fuckers ain't asleep already
I , went to high school as a kid, yeah i
these streets
Unless you counting that thang thang
Cause if a nigga try to demo me
Im gone push start and let it bang bang
Niggas gotta show me what they
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
out what we're gonna make
Can't let my shot go to waste now I can barely wait
And I got plenty of thangs that I can celebrate
But I'm about to get
the purple hairs on it
Which ever pack you need
Yeah I got it if you want it
I got lean by the pint
That yellow all I drink
That money on my mind
It's the only
doubt
Been that nigga all my life, I just had to go & find him
Now, I'm a beast on this beat, you just fucking gobblin'
I'm a Titan, imma-
I see no
home
I got game for hoes and major dough
'Cause got a chick got in a minute like what da fuck is you pagin fo'
Steady tellin me that you in love
and that, come on mayn
Get your shit together
For real see me in these streets nigga
Asshole By nature ha ha
You niggas be tripping me out mayn
That's what
(Chorus, Do Thangs)
Crestside, It's tha Triple see
Crestside, It's poppin' in tha Crestside
Crestside, Livin' that pimp life
Tryin' to get a pimp
them thangs
Or how the gat go braat, braat, braat, braat when it bang
And it seems like H-town got that popular slang
Platinum grills everybody else
out, now")
I see you the way that you move ("Check it out Check it, uh")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that you move ("Check it")
It got me the way that you
I go by first name j
Middle name Siix
I was born at 606
On 806
Last name Smith
And
I got a thang for hips
And
I got a thang for lips
And
I gotta
that this shit gone heal me
Even when you innocent they still gone think you guilty
Uhh , and I get Paper off of Pain
Pop a Nigga top, I call it drop
know the route
By that time you figure it out
It's to late its all over for you now
As you approach my Lair
I bet i got u scared
Feels like you running
lost yo mind
Thinkin you got game
Well bitch game is my middle name
Suckin on thangs, fuckin for fame
But bitch you plain Jane
Straight up
froze
[Serv-on]
Close yo eyes when ya see tha gat shots in my plaster
Mouth full its a south thang thuggin like that
You say you know Im in North
faster than +Flo-Jo+
Floatin' through the 3 by 4
Rim cocked to my left low
I'm the boy that got dough
Talk to my dirty mo
Ooh, I'm gettin' it wit
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