Lyrics:
and when I take that first
They fuck with 1-0-3
You know ain't no more Snoops left
Shit, it's an everyday thang and we gangbang
Watts Franklin Square Crip no
and when I take that first
They fuck with 1-0-3
You know ain't no more Snoops left
Shit, it's an everyday thang and we gangbang
Watts Franklin Square Crip no
Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck
Leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin'
Ain't hard to see where
Yeah, see it's that
It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that T-M 103 shit right here
You ready? You ready Hov'? Let's go! (Hands up!)
Yeah, see it's that
It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that T-M 103 shit right here
You ready? You ready Hov'? Let's go! (Hands up!)
Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck
Leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin'
Ain't hard to see where
Yeah, see it's that
It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that T-M 103 shit right here
You ready? You ready Hov'? Let's go! (Hands up!)
Allow
Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night
Crip walk
Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
'Cause you fuckin' with millionaires
Big stars
Only clockin' a grip will make our dicks hard
I come through
the crips
Talk my shit Like my whole style came from a pimp
Fly ass Bitch God took his time with this
I ride in a 6- Hunnit Maybach with the tint
Burkin bag
come from the block
Man na hommie
Man na real hustler
Man dey grind hard 4dkpa
Man dey grind hard
Man dey ball hard
Man dey puff loud
Man dey do deals
stressing too if I had to wake up and clock in
The biggest hustler in my family, I think I'm adopted
My first time holding up a pistol, my father was watching
me shit but a hustler
Young rich nigga ratchet bitches I still fuck em
And it's fuck you 2 times cause rich ain't here the G double
Aye aye the G
unprepared
Who would tell it how it really was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
Fuck all that ho shit
Fuck all you fuck boys
Bitch, we're real hustlers
Get money,
It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boys
I got my gun on me,
I
Yeah man, you know
I get this shit off my chest, I do, I do
I'm tired of it, I'm sayin' this shit all the time
Like niggas takin' the style,
pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't stop us
Now put up your choppers, just in case
Uh, yo
What up? What up?
It's time man (word, it's time?)
Straight up (it's time, man)
Aight, set that shit off (set it off then, nigga)
Set it
life
At 14 I started selling weed
Moved on to acid, lSD
My mom found a stash and flushed
The whole thing
Oh shit, now it's time for a plan B
Caught my
Where i'm from its stack or starve
Make ya move and play ya cards
Rip to all my soldiers
Free my niggas behind bars
Times is hard
So I ball
Pushin
pimps, banks, hustlers
Let's all get the money
Then murder these motherfuckers
Cocksuckers, they can't stop us
Now put up your choppers
Just in case they
off
What you know about a mug that's a permanent lock jaw
I done seen plenty scrubs and hustlers pitching dubs
Familiar with crips and bloods as a pup
we do is go hard
Cuts them chicken's off
But we let 'em go hard
Regardless who you are
We will break you off a bar
Load off the hollows
Discharge 'em
face, you see 'em runnin' for the fame
Ay
My nigga crip, but every time he mad
He color the city in red
Fuck all this fame, gimme the bag
You know ima
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