Lyrics:
to the south, to the east, to the west (throw your hands up)
Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up)
And show it to 'em like
to the south, to the east, to the west (throw your hands up)
Black Jack Johnson, it's no contest (throw your hands up)
And show it to 'em like
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
Flocka!
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck your
Yea I’mma hater, fuck yo wrists
Yea I’mma hater, fuck yo life
Yea I’mma hater, nigga fuck yo money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck yo clique
Yea I’mma
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
I need all designer on me
Velentino, Goyard, lil Balenciaga on me
Choppa big, Dwayne Johnson
Show you how i'm rockin'
that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson
Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Adam Johnson
I’m linkin’ a b, her name is Jean
This time, the girl isn’t a teen
Oi nah, she looks like the queen
I get her wet, when I gun lean
Car boot
Papi
Jack from the Shining how I'm so frosty
Confident, cocky, Imma Hammurabi
One man firing squad wit the shotty
Don't need a drip like Lochte to be
Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
We beens about it, y'all dudes is frontin'
Big cars, big chips, big Kris' its nothing
up
Fuck with the squad and throw it up
I got my top down, speakers bump
See me when I pull it up
I got my top down on my whip
Her hair blowing in
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
firing squad wit the shotty
Don't need a drip like Lochte to be stuntin' like Papi
Jack from the Shining how I'm so frosty
I run this, run this martial law
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas
I tell you motherfuckers that life is full
an athlete
Need an MJ Johnson
Mary Jane Watson belong in the comics
All you snake ass niggas belong where the cops went
Hop in the hop in the car
(Vroom)
I'mna
on everything I sit in
I love my nappy hair
I love the shit I wear
You gotta love the squad-ad girl
If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad
Get outta
mall
All Money In the squad, boy I'm not involved
Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws
SLs with the toppin' off
Dress well when it's
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