Lyrics:
she already on my mind lil brace face who been all on my timeline can’t waste time ima take her out the hood show her hari ain’t to be misunderstood
And my city like a war zone
A warzone
And my city like a war zone
A warzone
Aint afraid to buss at your dome
At your dome
Always riding with
and dumb, busted Reebok, Dickie suit thuggin'
Just a Zone 4 nerd with some Zone 1 cousins
And a North Side bitch that you fucking
But can't love her 'cause
This
Could be something big!
[Ludacris]
Luda! Don't change the station,
I've been impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone
through
Got it on my own, so I never had to owe you
I'm trying to make it to, I ain't never been rich
I was ace in the hood, I ain't never been mitch
Bitch,
Hot new dance for the hood to make it
Make the dope move fast, make them think you drinkin' (yeah)
Head to the floor don't collect that though (what?)
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
the race, uh
This the Porsche, never late, uh
Headin' North to the Ace, uh
Saw my house by the waves, uh
More lead for the bang, uh
My God, need a raise,
Hot new dance for the hood to make it
Make the dope move fast, make them think you drinkin' (yeah)
Head to the floor don't collect that though (what?)
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
(I know)
By the ocean where I ate it like a carnivore (Grrr)
I ain't the type to kiss and tell so
Furthermore (Whoo)
Pulled up in a phantom (Ooh)
Now
if he tinted
These fake rappers getting by with these hell of a gimmicks
They act like it's all love, only love is your money
So when it's over
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
gon' eat
By any means, means what it means
Weed for the fiends, green for the team
Bling for the ring, crown for the king
Ask around your hood and bet
smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
Slinging for chips the fiends with burnt finger tips
got love for is Nip
So I'm gone set trip
Pull up in that nigga Zone
Hop out
Empty the Whole the clip
Fuck his squad
Fuck his gang
Fuck his hood
Fuck his
on the whole hood
Then why on my hip like a holster
Shawty so bad I might ghost
Why on my hip like a holst
Shawty so bad imma ghost
Then why on my hip like
throw up your hood
Represent where you from baby it's all good
A'yo in California I have to warn ya,
My niggas be stocked locked and ready to rock
Aimin'
my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care
It's
raised up by the books
Mom and pops gave what they could, the rest I took
Crook put me on, told me, "God, step to your biz
The hood needs soldiers
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
was all alone I was left in the zone by my hood by my blood
I was always been alone
(eh)
I was always alone always all alone back in the days
may be the next Steve Jobs
My best cousy a nurse with college degrees, God
Triple black bags, and Champion cone hoods
Blending in with killas that
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