Lyrics:
Left left left Right
Left left left Right
Left left left Right
Left left left Right
Keep it down up and down - up and down range. Up and down -
the hours, as I pour you and you sip from mine
When I'm with you, what's real is out of mind
Dreaming is binding, stay close to me as we redefine
Put a slug in his cranium catch'em close range
I'm flaming them I'm the West Coast don loc fresh out of prison and smoke
Better check my backround I
was Sosa Szn, hustling thru the night
Been in the dark time to shine the light
How we on your level if we outta sight
We ain't even close but y'all make
directions
I can be wrong but ain't no fear in my corrections nigga
I miss my brother but I know he in a better place
I hate my mother left and me out and took
your mouth about my mans 'cause these hollows spitting fast
Yeah, I like it close I ain't shooting shit from range
Who want test it, how you coming know
speaking out my brain not the notes
I'm letting my gun hang, keep it close
You switched sides, better keep some range out the rover
Why they looking at me
Rose Shades, gold frames
Want it all, close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
I ant it
Ain't playing games nigga
Knock you out ya frame nigga
Take ya money change nigga
Get it at close range nigga
Ain't playing games nigga
Knock you out
Mmmm
Understand that times change
Keep me at close range
Better pack your spade
In the case with your band-aid
Understand times change
Keep me
a lot ok, okay
I know Its been a lot going on I know
Who can you trust now and days to keep close
I need me an oreo, range rover run the pain over
I wish
moving cocky
Depressed they moving sloppy
Gotta go
Where the safe
Got the dough
In the range
Close the door
Switch lanes
Take it slow
Cause I know, how
Close range kello said don’t make a sound
One or more gone hit the ground it’s Like fucking losing pounds
Close range think about it for you Load
to the fire propane
To kill me softly it involves close range
But I don't want love if it don't bring pain
Yo what am i saying
Tho never the least
You fell in
need a course correction
You're having such bad day
You don't think you can take it anymore
But it's time for you to wake up
Cause you're walking
wobe sua ahunu tease akyere
This year is not so again,
In your family,
A time is coming and it is very close,
When they are looking for a people to give
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
No lye if you no dey barb the gang shid
No lye if you no stand for correction
Mese no lye if you no get good intention
Get the fuck outta here with
slippin'
I'm on yo ass, close range
Let's get it cracking
And you know why the fuck we came
The hottest in the game
Monztaball be the name
Jump in the vette
(Hook)
When the Beat Drops the hammer go bang
.357 so you know it's close range
Magik and e yeah we changing the game
Strickly for my people man fuck
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
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