Lyrics:
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton Boulevard,
Urban team
Gabeana
Real hot gyal
And we eva smell sweet (sweet)
Foot pan de dashboard
Inna de benz jeep (jeep)
Touch de road
Every man a seh
the trust
Supreme on the rock on the road to New York
Low-key fly to a resort (Mill No Chill)
Blue hundreds throw my car in sport
Everything central ain’t
make 10 in just one play (yea)
Before you cross me better look both ways, I ain't got a Jeep but still I'm SRT
When we hit the road gotta turn on Waze,
If you see me on road say wa gwan cos man stay cool
I ain't at the back of the bus, won't stare a man down cos this ain't
school
I go the spot they
Hanging out the window front and central like a late-night Wendy's drive through
Tweeters, speakers, jeekers fiendin', diamond in the back my nigga
I got
stop that
Been moving tactical
Bitches be radical
They set you up
Then they feel bad for you
She wanna club all night south central
Two shots in and she
Told me can I pull up at her place oh
Man I fuck 10 hoes in the same clothes
Never trust a bitch unfaithful
Bro's on the road for the pesos
Ski man I
I'm nice, and y'all are so obsolete
Cold like off the heat, I'm hotter than cotton sheets
Cop the Jeep, full tank so there ain't no stopping me
Lock
to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me
Oh, the union central is pullin' out
to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me
Oh, the union central is pullin' out
than a mill now
Kellz about to take the bar
And I?ma set it real high, real high
Double take, double take
When I roll up to the club
Players hate,
never had to stage one
All the greats are going gone, either dead or falling off, making sure that I became one
Couldn't find a road to take that was
I'm back on the road again
I'm Breaking the rules
I ain't hitting no breaks
I'm back on the road again
I'm Breaking the rules
I ain't hitting no
the bar
And I'm a set it real high
Double take, double take
When I roll up to the club
Players hate, players hate
When I walk up in the club
I got
I'm came from lows
Got sights on road
But
Late night clubs
Dance and dubs
Fill me up
Drink from my cup
Not lookin for love
I'm lookin for fun
I'm ain't
Check, 1-2
Yo', you're tuned in to Koffee Brown
This time we takin' it to the clubs Uh-oh, that's right
First it was Naughty, then it was Next,
I made my name up in these streets like a real nigga
I keep them pistols in my Jeep like a real nigga
I make sure all my homies eat like a real nigga
up
Puttin' Za inna' blunt, yeah, I'm rollin' it up
Rockin' the show (let's go)
Swerve off the road
She got some style on her, you comin' with me
Gotta
a verse
Ducked off in the club snuck my Glock up in my lady purse
He was showin love now it's up he gone get it worse
I'm the ticket have my mans get dat
Central station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if
Central station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if
the club I done sneaked the heat (I got it on me)
Real Trackhawks back to back, go Jeep for Jeep (Skkrt)
Can get a whole hundred sent to me, go P for P (A
the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr. Traffic,
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