Lyrics:
Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest
Runnin ounces by the half, birds
4, 3, 2, 1
[redman] hahh [method] hah
[method] yeah [redman] yeahhh
[ll cool j] make it butter
[redman] I'm gonna bankhead bounce!
[ll cool j] no
hitting every two weeks
Man imagine if we was free to do whatever we please
Man I'm tryna get to that level but I just keep getting beat
Cuz y'all aint show
tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch
It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck
Stand strong on our two
all the way through. Gotta have one or two of those
This is Bar Exam 2 by the way. We gonna kick back
This is for my nigga Keno. (Shout to Keno)
Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,
Y'all niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,
We just sittin
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New
her down and we was round two'n it
And you was in the middle of us two an' now we doin it
Blowin on my blowpop, Now they both is chewin it
By the way
of useless
People, I don't need your two cents
Braggin' 'bout goin' stupid
Whatcha doin'?
Bringin' Old Skool on these fools and
Fuse it into new then
Form
When I'm on the road, doin' shows, baby
You know these hoes gon' be on dick, won't leave me lone, baby
Livin' by loyalty, that shit I can't condone,
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
an expedition on 2O's
And it's plenty wood in my sack, and that's a fact
Playa we roll em fat, dem big ol ball bats
Oh yes, we call em that, I love to stack
yours
Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down
[Snoop]
I got 35 bad bitches in my room
Nigga these out of town hoes that we out here with
[Kane and Able]
No shit
[Snoop]
You with it nigga
be the dude walking around with the beer goggles
We surrounded by miles and it looks like 4th of July
When they bring them bottles
One shot
Two
doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep
with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat
We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues
Ten dudes, one
the trials and tribulations, now I'm smilin' (21)
Say he wanted smoke, we at the table doin' the plottin'
We gon' slide, wet your shit up, make it home 'fore
try not to
Yea I'm doin' the same to you
Now we're leavin' scars on our broken hearts
Two whiskey breath silhouettes dancin' in the dark
It ain't right,
as a pass by
Showin' love to the south side, all the players outside
And we gon' spend G's tonight
Hotel's on me shit free tonight, c'mon (this life I
as a pass by
Showin' love to the south side, all the players outside
And we gon' spend G's tonight
Hotel's on me shit free tonight, c'mon (this life I
ass
Long as I got it off flossin', nigga respect it
You want to know how much my diamonds cost, then forget it
Two-thousand and one everythang we drive
We gon' let the band deal with this
Ha ha, mmm-hmm
M-I-A Style, heh, old school, uh hah
Okay, shut up!
Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
Ah hah,
2:30 in the motherf*****' morning what the f*** are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
what you
And the squad out there doin'
Puttin' on for the city
So we on that Robbin Season 2 right now
But we ain't robbin' niggas
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