Lyrics:
know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
I know, the city, it be filled with crap
Plastic pretty women, hear my
the danger zone
("Just lounge, you're in the danger zone" -- Erick Sermon) 4X
Verse One: Shock G
You're in the zone, when you need another upper (another
You never know
Never know
You never know
Never know
Just leave your zone
Leave your zone
Just leave your zone
Leave your zone
I don't give a fuck
full of hollow tips I'm tryna rip a nigga shit
These hockey puck niggas get hit with the slapstick
Spill ya noodles in traffic the service be closed
just catch me a lick (Woo)
I do not fall for no tricks (Nah)
She on the tip of my (Hey)
You better stay in your lane
When I get up in my zone (Yeah)
They
up to the whole scene Mad at me
Cause I live the dream
And you still on the same
We we
Yea
Go catch a zone
Catch a zone
Catch a zone
Go head and catch
the back with Busta
Next mornin' back to weighin' the crack, fuck it
What if Dre don't make an album out my demo?
At least me, Snoop, and Nate Dogg smoked
I need a chick with a left hook that'll break yo' ribs
And a ass fat enough to crack bike seat leather
And I'm on it like plastic slip covers
you gone and crack yo dome quick
This bitch keep ringing my phone
Want me da come home but I ain't on her shit
And shout on my man from the Zone
He got
This ain't plastic tough, all my rhymes hit like Smith & Wesson
This the Shinji Ikari, you'll be wasted in the killin' zone
All my hitters up, they don't
eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere
on the Cash App, plastic tip (tip)
When you count it, yeah, hope you get a stiff wrist (oh)
One strike, two strike, three strikes, you're out
Pin stripes,
Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false
on my tip
Hoes like feel then I Stockton assist
It ain't no stoppin' shit
Avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6
Got Mary blowing Jane
We fucking
A Plastic Bag And Let's Ball Nigga
I Said Who Dat
Who Dat Said Young Buck Through
Even If I Was Broke
I'm Still Richer Then You
Yeah I Tip The Bartender
track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my
mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens
Niggas said Buns came through looking
made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? (Yeah)
Is the world made of plastic?
Cause that's the way is seems (Owww)
Watching TV so bored,
[T.I.]
Yea
You already know what it is pimp (ay ay ay)
T.I.P king of the motherfuckin' South (B Gezzy let's do it homie)
Grand Hustle pimp
To infinity and beyond
Let that Kush burn Nikkas smoke strong
I be geeked up find me in my zone
I'm so gone ion know which cloud I'm on yeah im
the undresser
Represent your clique, go ahead, get that ass whipped
Have you floating in a river with your body wrapped in plastic
Wannabe thug, get smacked
Die G dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick
Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
Flavour like
can't see
[Chorus]
Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? (Yeah)
Is the world made of plastic?
Cause that's the way is
ice so remember this tip town,
And you ain't ready pussy nigga better set it down,
We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
Turn you're
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