Lyrics:
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
in the sky, it's so brilliant, so cool
Love me some Tahoe, four seasons rule
Up to the top, what? To the top, drop
Up to the top, what? To the top,
girl, oh, from the valley (honestly, God bless)
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
(I hope it
(Matt, what up?)
(48 Hertz)
Pour a pint, I pour a pint
Get my racks out the bank
Tahoe a tank (Tahoe), Dior and Saint (Dior)
I drip like
Gypsy Rose
I give him cancer if he want the smoke
Four doors deep in my Tahoe
Down an empty road
Gravel pave my path marking where nobody go
In my
a Ta-hoe, wit plenty cash flow
He know, anything I touch I blow
And I crush a show, wit my luscious flow
Gotta crew full of niggaz and a Lexus too
All of them
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's dancing
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's
Big dogs are out tonight
Locking windows and doors
She bark and I bite
Feral we on all fours
Grab the bat let's go
Dad's glock in the Tahoe
Pull up
to another ghetto
On Sante Fe playing the lotto
I used to want a champagne two door Tahoe
Until I seen that same truck shot by five-o
Dead with his eyes closed
DropTop
We gon pull up in some Tahoe's
Filled with my Niggas and bitches
They know get money the motto
Shredding waves like I'm Otto
4 Pockets
on the stage
Even as her translator struggled through technical difficulties
(Tahoe Blue)
I felt a little lost and skipped the cocktail reception
(Tahoe Blue)
I'm more four-letter word than a Sunday prayer
More back road than a front pew
Ain't always been tight with the man upstairs
Them scriptures, I
no clothes on and tryna' show me
Took the Tahoe or the Jeep so we can run four deep
I- come out at night its just all black I see
I'm done with this
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
Niggas duck, they top go
And I brought the hood with me, five killers in the Tahoe
Okay, let's go
Four in my Fanta
Bag on me, call me Santa, yea
Pretty
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
Picture paint like picasso
You might be breathing one day and then be gone by tomorrow
Your lung get pierced by a hollow
Smoking grade a tahoe
'fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
Welcome to organized crime
Money got me excited, I'm coming four or five times
on these hoes though
So I looked at my enemy
Table and I chose four
Now I got that nigga hoes with my hoes
They happy cos they ain't gottta
Ride home in that
and pouring more out the fucking bottle
Four door, we score more then hit the throttle
And we are what they adore so they gon' fucking follow
But I'm pillow
see me, bitch, you see my dogs
It's on the floor, I watched it fall
Poured a four he on tramadol
You can lean on me like the taj mahal
I could serve
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