Lyrics:
commotion white leather seats,
As fresh
As air forces doing 'bout a hundred but the track still bumping number 8 on NWA straight out of Compton pull up
NIGGA
W.O.H.
I thought I told ya
I thought I told ya
We Out Here NIGGA
Fuck your feelings
No one cares about'em
Raising up the ceiling
From the very
about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your
riding
We sliding with choppas and sticks
Niggas talking out they ass
This Glock gon' shoot off your dick
Fucking that bitch, like the craft levitate
When
cheezay
Get em out and shut that bitch down
Huh? well lets ride nigga
We gettin high, red eyes, they all die nigga
Them Hot Boys started ridin
We gonna
up on your gang pull out the strap let it bang
Doing this shit for the gang no point doing shit for the fame
Chase down op better stay in your lane
Kid
eyes totaled
Mr Wi-Fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro-Tools
I teach you how
eyes totaled
Mr Wi-Fi, out a franchise go to
Magic, standby local's
Watch the track bust once I show my dick size to the Pro-Tools
I teach you how
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
ass up
If you get out line, I'm a slap your eye
I'm a slap your eye
I'm a slap your eye
Better have my money why
Ou better have my money, bitch)
Cause
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
So you want to be a carpenter, do you?
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and
Straighten your
face fall off
And the evilest of nine's
Guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's
Guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's
I drop D lines on tracks the running back
You played the backfield boy but cannot run it back
I was taking time off it's time to run it back
A couple
look at us with happy eyes
Only Lord save the gangsters and take them to Gangsta’s Paradise
We will drink for those boys who were killed by enemies
They
bullets?)
""...I meant cash bonus
See this gold plaque, you could own it
After killing half a million
It's such a good feeling
To earn your country's respect
the ocean
I got my gun I'll stamp out like Coast Guards
You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like herb, word (hey man)
You heard it here
pull it out if he runs his mouth about myself cuause it makes a good show
Yes I may take the K to your place let it spray all day just so I could let
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys holling "what's happening", kid running
Said the eyes
I never lose
I bet you this soul
Draw
Circles around your ground
Light the fire within your soul
Lay the fuck down stay below
Deep in your
Yeah, yeah
Yuh, moist your eyes
You too dry little boy best moisturise
Like sometimes you cry and it's fine you just gotta let it sizzle if you want
seeking victims
Pick 'em, then I stick them in track
My heat black
With the serial number scratched out
Don't wear a glass shield but
You'll still be
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
walk around and I try to hide
Cause your eyes
They are telling me good by
I drive my car
Hear the radio
Playing songs
That go around and around in my
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