Lyrics:
at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his
everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go
Haters goin down for the count (ONE) lookin at the ground (TWO)
I think you're a hater, I think you're
Yeah, fool spice 1, LP, 2Pac
Doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' Headstrong, you know
Life is way too hard let them know 'Pac:
jumpin', the whole clique thumbin'
Lil' bro drop the scat, you can hear that bitch comin'
We got two spots jumpin', the whole clique thumbin'
Lil' bro drop
n***a. I been tryna come in peace might get to blitzing on n****s. Iʼm a sweepʼem, aint no ceasing once we get to going n***a Straight up…!
Verse 2: Only
rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air
That means we takin over this year
You hear?
[girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! {*echoes*}" --> KRS-One
urge, so (I feel great)
That's why I call myself the
Prince of the City
And that's why we back, the second time man
(Yeeeaah)
There's two of them, so, you
1, 2, 3 ,4 (Aye)
Summer nights like these
We lookin for the fees
And I’m wit my team
Riding on them forgiato’s, whips too clean
Summer nights like
doin' numbers so when a star skate through
I'm a let you see it boy, like Star Eight Two
Easy Star, I ain't on that star ish
You act up you'll be
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
to wreck the crew
we be havin mad fun
Niggas known me from day one
lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Violat'in they were even nameless
Verse 2
You don't wanna fuck with the kid
Got the whole team up doin bits
London, Croatia, we up in this bitch like what?
You don't wanna buck with the bills
Tell me how you want it
Feature prices go up till its two hundred
Like a bike we gone pop if the chain on him
We don't sip from the pint if the seal
yeah, doin' real damage
The opps that I had, they ended up vanished We do drive-bys, it'll turn to, toe taggin
Qualude, nigga, yeah, show me your manners
brothas be like how ya doin bra when im cruisin by
when im fellin lovely, i think the lord above me
and be like
la la la la then we crack a bubbly
you see
hundreds fluent
who knew we doin there's more to this youtube money, chewing
review my struggle to it, rockiest roads,
and ice cream cuz environments around
doin' this
Oh yeah, I'm on my coolin' shit, you new to this
Kick
One, two, three
Haters don't want you to succeed
This to all the fans and all the haters
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit, apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with a heart when
two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man under
We used to break doin
two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man under
We used to break doin
or a classic car
a four leaf clover or a two dollar bill
it's so rare that it's so unreal
I don't know how
to get over her smile
I wonder what she's doin
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
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