Lyrics:
On guard on God
I remember boxing in the front yard oh nah
Nobody had any headgear on our palms
Worn heavy in them sweaty 16's
Our arms more
believe
Spinning round like I'm a chopper Feel my circle smaller
I manifest like a demon in front of a producer
I'm not really that good but to find
Und dann schlaf ich und mein Kissen ist der Airbag
Ich cruis' herum mit Top Speed
Meine Schuhe so wie Hot Wheels
Ich bin seit Stunden auf dem Front Seat
lurking]
I can get man from angles, front or back like a different person
Could’ve been us man, could’ve been my man
All up in ya brain like Tyler Durden
and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and running lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
Four barrel carburetor, four
call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
encrypted in
Dual core on the mic and we're keeping it tight
Everybody said al-right, alright
Just have a good time til the end of the night
Everybody said
and they styles is hekka unique
High speed chase's and running lights
Water in the duals, make loud glass pipes
[Chorus]
Four barrel carburetor, four
Kanye when he crashed
In other word,s I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front-end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
nigga, get money
Fuck a bitch tittys, once hammer tag airbag
Ridin', no keys like, vroom
My car don't got room
Yeah I put all of the gwap in the front
the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front,
And watch yo' side to side.
comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is hungry goons!
Comin' to a neighborhood near you,
Today or someday soon.
Betta' watch yo' back, watch yo' front
the Delta, to pick up at the JFK
I judge nothing, I let her know, AFK
I'm off the front porch and the front screen
Two shocks on my back, the wise look mean
we don't believe in airbags
Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits
Whether bitch hop out or the Glock pop out
You know what I'm about,
Kanye when he crashed
In other word,s I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas
Destroyed the front-end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash
And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture
[Redman]
Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front
So hard the airbags use nasal pumps
Jump out,
try and front, amongst Your friends But you know you Gon' let me in
Cause you a fiend, for me Between Your mouth coochie And them booty cheeks
Lil'
and flick it, get the picture
[Redman]
Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front
So hard the airbags use nasal pumps
Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em
Dual Side, RIP Shan, yeah
That's alright, wait what?
Yeah I think miss you again, and I think I love you again
But I'm doing my best to let this shit
Tesla, yeah
Trunk in the front and the back like yeah
Money in the plastic yeah
Boomerang boujee hoes finna come back like yeah
She want me but she gone
to
Type to hit yo state mall bring a bag through
Buy out the front I need what's out the backroom
Remember 2 getting shoes out the Rack Room
Shit change
BIGTLK and 'Madeus dawg
Give a nigga flames like a hot rod
Guillotine squad and we outside
Chopping off heads in the front yard
Amadeus with
to waste
Man, in my younger days
That dream was so much fun to chase
It's like I'd run in place
While this shit dangled in front of my face
But how do
from Queens
My tape in your dual cassette running me
Wanna get in front of me playa
But you can't get none of me
Better off gunnin' me
With hot slugs
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