Lyrics:
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat bitch
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
Bitches get to stepping like Cole,
Yeah, uh huh
David Banner on the beat b****
Ha ha ha
Young Money, Streets
I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
B****es get to stepping like
far…Yeah, Yeah
I know I’m pretty young, but I stay giving my all
Praise God He made a way, because I’m not saved by the law
I got my hair locked up, I got it
Konvict (Konvict)
Snoop Dogg (Dogg, alright)
Konvict Music, Akon and David Banner
Wanna ride tonight
Best believe we 'bout to ride tonight, yeah
Konvict (Konvict)
Snoop Dogg (Dogg, alright)
Konvict Music, Akon and David Banner
Wanna ride tonight
Best believe we 'bout to ride tonight, yeah
Come listen, all me true men
To my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man
Cut off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who
Laid down the law
Back door, back room, young nigga still switchin'
Young nigga still pitchin' naked bitches in the kitchen
Wishin' that I would kiss em but I just
you made it
A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer in a desk by a Naugahyde chair
your girlfriend hired
But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call
We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin'
wasn't our fault, Ellerker and Kitching said
Young PC Jones was chilled to the bone
In a moment of truth sent David's soul home
Ilu hi ti su me
Till
Charles and King David
With Problem we all ballin' like the '09 Lakers
Yeah, it's Terrance Martin on the track
And I'm that young nigga droppin' crack
Come listen, all me true men
To my simple rhyme for it tells of a
Young man put off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who
Layed down the law
into the city."
Keeping it real can't fake it
I hope that I make it
In the City of David
And see the one that created
Everything that has life
Know his
lawless
She just want the cash
Cause we ain't living modest
I just hit the gas
Doing 12s in the office
Doing 12s in the office
Doing 12s in the office
Doing
gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the first to bust
(Chorus - dead prez)
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my
Screamin' know your gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the first to bust
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my first son
strong to be stopped
Got hoes every place that i stop
Got beef tell you what I'm goin' do
Call up David Banner and demolish ya crew
Man them laws
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs,
Wallace, Bear Bryant and Ronnie Van Zant
Now Ronnie Van Zant wasn't from Alabama, he was
From Florida He was a huge Neil Young fan
But in the tradition
god before they disrespect the law
But yo I gots ta diss 'em
Cause I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly system
Mister president I beatin' on yo
Amma big bad boy
Back to the matter open and close
Bad boy drip in dior and co
Break all the laws wey they try compose
Bad boy bad to the core I
with a flaw in the law.
Chelsea's fled the nest, Hillary's pissed , her daddy runs the biggest gang
Better resist.
I heard 55.50 for a ride on Air Force
skunk weed is gonna poison you
All you wanna do is go and score a point or two
It's ironic everybody's got a point to prove
When we were young we never
Or a hundred from a RICO law
And all the blessings couldn't stop a bullet
When they creep on him, ski mask
Black hoodie laFontaine by the post office
Hit him in
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