Lyrics:
cold
The lands full of game and the
Creeks are full of gold
Just west of the mountains is
A town they call gibbonsville
You can sure get gold fever
You
open, Dookie Ropes on the bells
When everything is gold, who cares about the carats?
They say that gold's the skin of the gods
You can't take the band
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
the same
Teamwork make the dream work, review the game
We just call it like we see it, it's up to you to name
You complain that your team is cold
Rewind
shadow is wearing expensive cologne
Pigtails and dookie braids
Cabinet full of Kool-Aid
I'm ghetto as fuck and my pedal is up
But I'm gassing on all of you
a prescription, got me feelin' godly
They normalize the drugs when a nigga family is zombies
What you say 'bout the Mozzy? They don't play 'bout the Mozzy (yeah)
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
When it's midnight on the meadow
And the cats are in the shed
And the river tells a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be
a story
At the window by my bed
If you listen very closely
Be as quiet as you can
In the yard you'll hear him
It is the pony man
my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine (engine)
So when I back back (back)
I'm frontin' on you niggas (frontin')
Yeah, I love them strippers
O's)
She's dressed up in gold (dressed up in gold)
Dressed up in gold (dressed up in gold)
(C3PO, C3PO, C3PO)
I'm out of time
(Act like you know,
In the city of dreams
You get caught up in the schemes
And fall apart in the seam tonight
That boy he is the bomb, from B.K. to the Bronx
And it's
my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine (engine)
So when I back back (back)
I'm frontin' on you niggas (frontin')
Yeah, I love them strippers
time you see your mother's golden tears
Like what good is gold if you never here
What good is gold that you never wear
I hope it pays your way
Bury
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
[Kevin Rudolf]
In the city of dreams,
You get caught up
In the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy he used to bomb,
From B.K
war is the common cry
Pick up your swords and fly
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know, oh
Oh, well, the night is long,
the dark of night
Sing to the morning light
The apples turn to brown and black
The tyrant's face is red
Oh the war is common cry
Pick up you swords and fly
'less them rose gold, yellow
Damn it's about to be a scene tonight
When we pull up in them things tonight
Yellow golden diamond rings tonight
Livin'
also
Slam the strike edition
What up? Corleone smoke the bone
Tone phone me
What up? He tried to slang there
Address him with chrome only
Grady with
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