Lyrics:
here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin' to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I
is unit D1B. It's 3:43 A.M.
I just came across the vehicle crashed alongside the cliff leading up Eastville park. The vehicle's dashframe-
The moon
the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
Nah, I can't play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can c*** back and blow your blather out
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit
Yeah, you know what it is
Aye yo, it's a hater in this muh'fucker tonight
Point his ass out, G-Unit South
A dirty nigga with a whole lot of ice
up in that, black coupe
Right, I pulled up in that
Vehicle, that's cold you seeing more
Reasons the V6 will go
Fiends of this scene agree the most
yuh (your) brother fi (for) no house nor no vehicle, life a the greatest thing ....Yeah ..
(Verse)
many don't have no love
a the product
Spit venom in interviews, speaking on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then, I ain't even speaking your name
Just keep my
then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever - more hoes and mo cheddar
G-Unit move around with them pounds and berettas
yeah faggot, if I want
then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever - more hoes and mo cheddar
G-Unit move around with them pounds and berettas
yeah faggot, if I want
out to Who Kid)
Cause I'm wearing something, that match the size of a G-Unit shoe kid
What's that a nine stupid, you do the math why
I tried to be
through three or four units a week on the over over
Puttin' the Whammy on 'em (Whammy on 'em)
Cake up and baking soda, all that old shit
(What's yo'
and bein' notorious
For slappin' chickenheads upside they weave-a with my Nokia
Mayday mayday, callin' all patrol cars and units
Be on the lookout for
At the bat for my fucking stunts
Nah matter fact, bitch I've done enough
And I
Here comes a unit through
And it looks like they don't have the vehicle
So
Yeah, where you think you goin'. Where you think you goin'.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8.
Flipmode Squad baby. That's my word.
Yuh nuh see we ina higher class
Gun dem fire dawg
Big batty gyal dem a wine up fi d Don
Money nuff up Ina pocket fuck division
A one unit Henny
don't ever stop itching, nigga
You know, it's about that you
Hear it right now, so
We back, people, for more
Money, more jewelry, more vehicles
Less
(I'm out of seasoning)
No spring chickens, summer romance novel writer could win a prize
It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized
I
scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
Nah I can't play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can cock back and blow
cheddar,
G-Unit move around with dem pounds and Baretta's,
yea faggot, if i want it im gon have it, regardless if it's handed to me or i gotta grab it, dont
up in that, black coupe
I pulled up in that
Ve-hicle, that's cold you seeing more
Reasons the V6 will go
Fiends of this scene agree the most
saw
We'll fuck up your car
Put you on blast, cause you wanna act
First and put me last
Gonna trap you, strap you into the backseat
Turn off the vehicle
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