Lyrics:
They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades 'em all
And I come through ya hood like a locc ass G
Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC
It's only one way, let's have gun play
I make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft niggas outta service
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the fuckin, chips blown
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal
Smokin' that sticky green grass
Hittin' switches, bumpin' on cuts from the past
We smoke leaf 'cause we live like G's
Super-soft niggas become enemies
I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's
Now everything I drive is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should
My dope spot in every nigga's hood
I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine
Fourteen shells from behind
Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
A partner of organised crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
'Til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
And I'm gone
I called you up for some sexual healin'
I'm hard again so baby come get it
Bring the lotion so I can rub ya
Assume the position so I can f*** ya
All night long til you scream and moan
Cut off ya pager
Unplug the phone
Don't say a word just let me work it
I promise baby that I won't hurt it
I know u need on nice and one nice and strong
So I refuse to let u go home
I think I'm gettin' kinda horny
And I like it baby
I think I'm gettin' kinda horny
And I want cha baby
I think I'm gettin' kinda horny
And I like it baby
I think I'm gettin kinda horny
Horny
Now take of ya clothes and come ta me
Open ya legs now *** fa me
Let me be your fantasy
I know the size is hard ta believe
But it ain't the size that really counts
It's the way you move and make that sound
Oooh ahhh oooh ohh ayyy ayyyyyy
Now just like that girl ya got me goin'
Please don't stop girl keep on strokin'
Girl you make love like your much older
The kind of love that makes ya man toes roll up
But don't you trip off what I'm sayin'
Cause tonite girl I'm not playin
Would it be alright if I kissed your lips
Run my hands through your hair and caress your finger tips
Look you str8 in the eyes
Tell you words of passion
Make you feel every inch cause this is everlasting
Take off ya clothes let you put on my sweatshirt
Take a step back look and say yeah that'll work
Lay you on the bed while I zip snap ya bra
Let ya hands explore til I get hard as a rock
Then I'll go and get the honey and pour it all over you
Take my lips and {kiss} where ever you want me to
Then after that I'll have you callin' my name
It won't be funny baby come over I'm fellin' horny
Let me please you
All nite long
Tomorrow
In the afternoon
In the basement
In the back seat
In the kitchen
On the table
In the studio
On the couch
In the uhh carwash
[Layzie Bone]
Straight from the motherfucking land ah the heartless
Five true thugs from the double glock
Ready ta pop to the dome, eternally it's on
Yeah,
Straight Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire
Test this hustler better not dare
We talkin' about distributing llelo
Little Layzie beat it
Daily collectin' me bank roll
Rollin' with Trues, nothing to lose
Never the less ain't about that talking
Screamin' out murder coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-gauge eruption
Let loose with ah buckshot blastin'
Bone up outta the cut and we buckin'
Eternally here to stay in the khaki suits and the high tec boots
Oops I'm comin' wid troops, fools
Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot
Blazin' and burnin' my grain
This year the same I crept and I came
Niggas that fell off that thought they could hang
Givin' up slang trying to fuck with ah chain gang BANG!
Str8 land ah the heartless
Where the thugs be thinkin' ah execution
Str8 prosecution little Lay go buck and start the fusion
[Chorus]
Keepin' em on the run with the me shotgun
I swang with ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run with the me shotgun
Swing with ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run with the me shotgun
I swing with ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run with the me shotgun
Swing with ah clip tight clan
[Bizzy & Krayzie Bone]
Come and follow me hollow point snub slug
Pullin' me body underground
Put 'em in the grave they lay away down
Claire Claire stay down
I'm one ah the thuggest motherfuckers in yo city
Under me strap packed
Ride, ready me pap pap in broad daylight
You with me roll well roll till the Bone drop hit that hydro
That's the way that we deal
That's the way that we steal
Well I really keep that high on, my mind ride,
Ride to the darkside feel the darkness
East ninety nine, mine the thugs I loves 'em heartless
Yeah follow me now ride ride follow me commit some
You can run but won't escape the lie
So many tried but died
[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets
Ain't tryna' get scared or we all ah get sprayed
Gotta get away when the po-pos chase me
So me, runnin' wid me gauge
Bang bang put 'em in ah coffin
Buck buck droppin' them bodies
(Come again) dumpin' them bodies
(Runnin' then) we finna posse
Thug what check out the glock glock
We to poetic for swing
Niggas claim they came and remain
Smoke bud all day and maintain
They come they gun they run
From the po-po jump the fence
Hit 95th and now
Nigga let's roll some shit
Let's smoke out quick befo' anyone ah them
That's them the po-po back up on me
Nigga me fucked up now
Little time they screamin' on 6-5
That's when a me jumped up, I'm out now
Little nigga playin' with them police in the Claire
Get 'em up with, beware I take
Nigga need some weed
That's funny I ain't got no money
Nigga put me down,
Swing to the bud stops for some brews
Really don't drink but it's for me Trues
Four crazy niggas with nothin' to lose.
作曲 : 灯灯灯泡/Creed
Cover by kumanoi
Mix by Creed
副歌：
深夜的你和自己在聚会
有太多话可是却没人讲
拿起了电话不知打给谁
好了嘛承认吧其实不爽
孤独症在这个时代里传递
孤独症让我们被迫的喘息
明明就人很多却还是窒息
孤独症要怎么才能够治愈呢
灯灯PainStr：
治愈吧症结快痊愈
靠近会刺痛却更想要靠近
我怕疼所以我套了层玻璃
无处宣泄我的情绪
问你是醉还清醒
关上灯无数的身影
每一个我都在证明
证明我选择是对的
我不需要你们的虚情和假意
但选择后则是痛
老子不接受批评很假精
给老子滚
我一个人在里世界
享受每一种情绪
那是我选择
就算死
也不会闭上我眼睛
深夜的你和自己在聚会
有太多话可是却没人讲
副歌：
深夜的你和自己在聚会
有太多话可是却没人讲
拿起了电话不知打给谁
好了嘛承认吧其实不爽
孤独症在这个时代里传递
孤独症让我们被迫的喘息
明明就人很多却还是窒息
孤独症要怎么才能够治愈呢
Creed/ver:
鲜艳又昏暗的光线
无法阻止我的孤独症发作
在预知未来的这方面
坏情绪又在我脑海中发货
不想在郁闷中发火
身边大多都是这样的家伙
不想跟他们要再说
bullsh!
(Dis, dis yah)
Dis yah rum yah nuh boring
It mek ugly gyal look like pretty darling
Str8 Vybz 'til a mawnin'
Come fi yuh uncle, s'maddy shoulda warn him
When you wan' fi feel real vibes
When you wan' fi feel straight vibes
(Wul' on)
S'maddy else get ice
Mek TJ, not NotNice
Overproof a di badman choice
Enhance rum weh di gyal dem like (no)
Not Smirnoff Ice
Dem yah liquor yah mek gyal pussy tight
Dem yah liquor yah mek e thugs dem hype
No, we nuh pop pill, we pop bottle wul' night (til' a mawnin')
Go tell everybody
We ready fi start it
Mi chargie, mi shorties, ay
We a shell dung di party
Everybody happy
Nothing cannot stop it
Doh lock it off, enuh, copy (Str8 Vybz inna dis)
S'maddy else get e cup (mhm)
If you nuh careful, yuh vomit and cut (mhm)
Hey, mummy, a nuh me gi' yuh son no rum
Beg yuh please fi leggo mi t-shirt (ha)
You haffi brave, Bogle, stoney gut
Or have a cup a water and shut di fuck up
Mek a toast, me nuh mean bread
Now cheers, now everybody drink up
Go tell everybody
We ready fi start it
Mi chargie, mi shorties, ay
We a shell dung di party
Everybody happy
Nothing cannot stop it
Doh lock it off, enuh, copy (wul', wul' on)
S'maddy else get ice
Mek TJ, not NotNice
Overproof a di badman choice
Enhance rum weh di gyal dem like (no)
Not Smirnoff Ice
Dem yah liquor yah mek gyal pussy tight
Dem yah liquor yah mek e thugs dem hype
No, we nuh pop pill, we pop bottle wul' night (til' a mawnin')
Go tell everybody
We ready fi start it
Mi chargie, mi shorties, ay
We a shell dung di party
Everybody happy
Nothing cannot stop it
Doh lock it off, enuh, copy (Str8 Vybz inna dis)
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin'
Slightly scarred deep
Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul
Though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless
Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heaven sent
Switched like a stone-bitch, turned str8 severed then, why?
Then they wonder why niggas die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?
I was a high steppin' proud man one time king of the sidewalk fed all the girls a line
You came along and love laid a heavy hand on me
High steppin' proud man went down to his knees
For a while I enjoyed just bein' under your thumb
But after a while the nerve of love grew numb
Then I knew my heart was changing cryin' out long and loud
To once again become a man high steppin' proud
High steppin' proud man down on my knees
Beckon to your every wish and your every need
Oh I know it won't be long before I break those vows
And once again become a man high steppin' proud
[ 12str guitar ]
There's a lot of things in life I'm glad I didn't miss
And your good good love rates mighty high on the list
But my restless spirit and a weddin' band don't get along somehow
Especially since I long to be high steppin' proud
High steppin' proud man...
It's [D]Saturday night and my daddy's up late
pi[D7]ckin' with my Uncle B[G]ill
The neighbors don't mind 'cause they [D]have a good time
s[A7]ippin' on my pappy's [D]still
Old brother Dan's got a fiddle in his hand
[D7]Momma's on the mandol[G]in
When the music is right and the [D]band gets tight
You [A7]ought-a see 'em pick and [D]grin
{c:Chorus}
{soc}{c:Guitar Tacet}
And everybody starts [D]movin'
to the [G]sound of the guitar str[D]ums
And everybody starts groovin'
to the [E]beat of the rhythm and [A]drums
so com[D]e along and let yourself really go
[G]????
(Yeah)
Yeah, pull up on the curb and I'm thuggin'
Yeah, I'm 'bout to spend a dub on luggage
Got a hunnid rounds in the choppa, bitch wanna fuck on my brother
Share the same pain and struggle, it ain't nothin' comin' between us, yeah
Hermès curtains and the Maybach plush
Sippin' on syrup, that sticky stuff
I got these diamonds on me, they be shinin' on me
All these bitches on me, oh-woah (oh-woah)
Some Crazy Girls out in Cali from all 'round the globe, I been on the road
Plain Jane watch, 'cause the money don't stop
Buy me a plane, I'ma land it on the block
Just to deal with this shit, nigga gotta be high
Ayy, ayy
I pop Roxy, look just like racks
Pink blue money, drop Percs' in the green
Maze really love me, I'll never get lost
Sex, money, drugs, want it tatted on me
Hurt my feelings and I got no flaws
Real Rockstar with a .40 in reach
Save your soul and I'ma put it in the vault
Broke my heart and you put it on the screen
30mg 'cause that pain shit talk
Ran out of Wock', throw the Tris' in the peach
Super good Glocks, never diss over beats
Too much pride, gotta know what's the feat
Super loud Jeep, gotta notice it's me
Range over Tune, she in love in the STR8
Three Perc' Tune, you can see it in my face
Real pop dirty, but the price situates
I pop Roxy, look just like racks
Pink blue money, drop Percs' in the green
Maze really love me, I'll never get lost
Sex, money, drugs, want it tatted on me
Pull up on the curb and I'm thuggin'
Yeah, I'm 'bout to spend a dub on luggage
Got a hunnid rounds in the choppa, bitch wanna fuck on my brother
Share the same pain and struggle, it ain't nothin' comin' between us, yeah
Hermès curtains and the Maybach plush
Sippin' on syrup, that sticky stuff
I got these diamonds on me, they be shinin' on me
All these bitches on me, oh-woah (oh-woah)
Some Crazy Girls out in Cali from all 'round the globe, I been on the road
Plain Jane watch, 'cause the money don't stop
Buy me a plane, I'ma land it on the block
Just to deal with this shit, nigga gotta be high
Alright its my turn let me show you how I do shit
Its nothin like you guys cause I recite poetry that knowone likes
This is the night for all of us to flow to everyone and not for fun
come on now Im on its real and Ima tell you how I feel
Everyone of you punk mothafuckas see us as fake
thats a big mistake cause when your fuckin with us we cant be stopped
were on top poppin off right now whilin out
fucking with us you will be dealt with your head cut off
me and my crew arent soft you will be pissed and I also promise
to leave you dismissed along with gettin your ass kicked
were from the ROCK and where Im from you cant be seen
All of you are the downfall and you dont have the balls to come at us
Im NOTORIOUS like BIGGY and I love when fake niggas test me
I came in this game with my pockets empty and left with a roll of 20's
Theres a first time for every rhyme and every line this is mine
My 1 YEAR bid in the bin it made me a man
Doing this shit crazy while half of you amaze me
If this is nonsense to you its because you aint been through
You obviously aint been threw shit
Age 16 started hating everyone and everything cause I relized that
shit doesnt always go my way unless I got money that earns say
While the consequences every year come with fear
Cause around here you never know when death is near
This shit is really how I feel doubt me and it makes me stronger
I ts an adrenaline rush when I touch the dutch along with the mic
Around here I am well liked so fuck all of you that think Im shit
cause if there really is a real nigga Im it
I aint gonna stop till I know me and my crew are on top
of the charts and ahead of our rap game
Maintain by gettin our words of stress
Str8ght to all of your heads so you know we dont play
I pray everyday to be like me cause I know Im ready
to do this shit that I was not taught to do
My mind is my eyes that lye me to be blind
hoping to find my lyrics to make all of you fear this.
H is for my alma mater, Harvard
C is Central, next stop on the line
K is for the cozy Kendall station
C is Charles that overlooks the brine
P is Park Str- Pahk Street, busy Boston center
W is Washington, you see
Put them all together, they spell:
"HCKC-PW!"
And how they squeeze to listen getting high
They move it hooray
Another dope boy wannabe
All in the club talking back
Wha' wha' what what they got
Pull out the club on 26's
Go str-straight to they momma's house
Like southern Cali they hardly ever make it rain to drizzle
That's why I do them so opposite of these nizzle for shizzles
Ah tell 'em
[Chorus: x8]
Believe none of what your hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what your hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what your hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what your hear
And only half of what you see
Ya heard me
The boy knows his alphabet so now he think he a G
He run a little pot so he think he a thug
Bu bu but all eyes on me
They used to wanna be like mike
Now they just wannabe on the mic
They cut fucked up deals with music
And even if they got 25 to life
They'll be singing like Whitney
Before before she met bobby
These boys think think they hard
Knowing they green like wasabi
They'll be singing like Whitney
Before before she met bobby
These boys think think they hard
Knowing they green like wasabi
Now tell um
[Chorus: x8]
Believe none of what you hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what you hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what you hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what you hear
And only half of what you see
Ya heard me
These boys right now they got a house full of cars
A bank account full of money
They act like they on full
But check this out fool
I know your full of shit
[Chorus: x8]
Believe none of what you hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what you hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what you hear
And only half of what you see
Believe none of what you hear
And only half of what you see
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit da heats
Now it seem da hole damn hood dun switchd up
Used ta put our fists up see hoo lip git bust
Hallain out da set as we sweat at da hutch
Come frum out of bounds mess around git stuck
So tell me wuts up wit dis LBC thang
Homies hatin homies wen we on dis G thang
Now peep game it's about ta be da next centerury
It ain't about life witout da penetentaries
It git ta be a damn shame at times
Knowin we da strongest wen thangs cumbine
Bang da 9 dub an' insane 4 life
West an' North side keep brangin it rite
Let's all come 2getha leave that bull alone
I'm tired of playin games man wuts goin on
We all shood luv one anutha put da guns away
An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang
We pushin da real about da LBC
Dirty D, Reeseka, an' Big Skrappy
C-Dogg on da switch cuz dis is Eastside good
Beach City 2 da fullest wut chall thout dis wuz
I'm hallain at my family Jimmy Brown frum da beach
He told me dat da hood wuz back crackin at peace
So u know me I'ma throw us a feast
Fa all my homeboyz frum da muthafuckin East
Y'all deserve it I'm swervin in da beema now
I wish all my dead homeboyz kood see me now
I'm driftin thinkin back how it wuz
But all dis muney kan't bring da homies back up
So take it 4 wut it wuz worth
Frum da earth 2 da dirt
We gunna du dis til yo head hurt
My time keeps slippin away
Me an' my niggaz keep chippin away
I rememba wen my nigga Fay wuz lockd away
We used 2 tell him how we dreamd about gittin payd
An' now we takin trips wile we mix alize
An' we du dis in da LBC kinda way
Let's all come 2getha leave that bull alone
I'm tired of playin games man wuts goin on
We all shood luv one anutha put da guns away
An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang
U got me on da muney makin mission
But my moms at da house stedy wishin
That I don't roll out cuz she know sumthin rong
So I take anutha git frum da bomb
I leave da house ta git wit dis gangsta hits
Doggs an' locs git redy ta manage a grip
Dirty Dale frum insane an' lil Sag frum da dub
Dem both of bruthas I gots ta giv em luv
Now wut dis sound like
Me blastin anyone of my kind foo dat ain't rite
I still repent on evrythang that I did
Let me put my thangs up I gots ta raise me a kid
Baby Goldie gunna hav it jus like Spanky
Let me git my funds rite homie don't playa hate me
Lite it up blaze it up ain't no need fa chokin
Eastside Long Beach foo we West Coast
Let's all come 2getha leave that bull alone
I'm tired of playin games man wuts goin on
We all shood luv one anutha put da guns away
An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang
Uh, Wooo, oo ooooo, oo ooooo, oo ooooo, oo ooooo
[Hook - Ginuwine]
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell, yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24s like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
[Baby]
So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too many, but we ridin' tonight
Well, it's that pimp talk that ain't that pimp walk
It's big pimpin' over here, player, that just started
See, we fresh with Air Ones, Lexus and big drums
[Ginuwine]
Chips, Willie Chicks, Willie crisp, big fun
[Baby]
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun
[Ginuwine]
I'm sittin' in my truck, snakin' the club out
Kill this sip then go wild the fuck out
Up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much shit in the atmosphere
So girl, quit frontin' and get you're ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Crown and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner 100 honeys takin' pics
They be in the VIP with lots of chicks
I'm pimped out now, low cut, and a pick
G and Big Tymers together, that's what I'm talkin'
[Hook]
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell, yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24s like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen 50 thousand str
Str8
Str8
Hmm
Str8
Str8
Str8
Str8
Hmm
Str8
Str8
Str8
Str8
Hmm
Str8
Str8
Str8
Str8
Hmm
Str8
Str8
Hop in the car
And we sliding
This str8
Excuse me
It's 392
On the dashboard
They wanna chase?
Are you here for a lifetime, or trying to use me like a lifeline
I know you caught me at the right time I just want to know if you mine are you down str8 up
They gone need a crown for me, cause I don't it now for free
And all the doubters now believe, so tell me are you down for me
Str8 up str8 up str8 up, for me str8 up str8 up are you down for me
Str8 up str8 up str8 up, for me, str8 up str8 up, tell me are you down for me
Everybody come around for ya, but is anybody down for ya
I need a girl to have my back, and I don't mind trimming off the fat, are you down, are you
Only here for them good times, loyalty is a good sign
I don't mind you got a hood mind, cause good fellas ain't good guys
I been hustling I been I been hustling trying to get my paper up cause I been done with struggling
Where my women at who keep that money coming in put it on the line for the win are you down str8 up
Hop in and let's ride in that Benz, shopping sprees you balling out with yo friends
Stacking money up till that money don't bend, if we do it then we gone do this shit big st8 up
They gone need a crown for me, cause I don't it now for free
And all the doubters now believe, so tell me are you down for me
Str8 up str8 up str8 up, for me str8 up str8 up are you down for me
Str8 up str8 up str8 up, for me, str8 up str8 up, tell me are you down for me
Str8 up str8 up str8 up, for me str8 up str8 up are you down for me
Str8 up str8 up str8 up, for me, str8 up str8 up, tell me are you down for me
Went and got me a sack
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Wen and got me some racks
Str8 Out Da Nawf
30 rounds in dat mac
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Plug fronted me da pack now I gotta flip dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Came from da field
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Lean wit da seal
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Always gotta shoota wit me and he down for a drill
Str8 Out Da Nawf
All dis gold on my chain
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Pullin off in a stang
Str8 Out Da Nawf
In da ville doin 80 cuz I'm on a paper chase
Str8 Out Da Nawf
My bitch bad
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Shmoke where ya get dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Woo woo woo
Come str8 out da nawf
Turn myself to a boss
Bussin juugs on jimmy
Runnin plays like emmitt
On da hill ain't damn thang pleasant
85 nawf my direction
All my niggaz shooters or Dey trappin
Pockets full of cash yea we flexin
Jus buss a juug on scenic
Thousand for a cutie
Young nigga gotta eat
12 pulled me over nigga I ain't even speak swerve on the ass because I got somewhere to be
Caught so many plays at the Dairy Queen hot
Watch who you serve because you might get shot
On the Nawf with a little watch it turn into a lot
Fucking with the best you gon love what I got
Fuck with a hater say I'mma go get me some money
On a perc and I'm outer space
Trying to count up all these hundreds
I got a trap now say he need a bag
I'm on Sweetwater I got stupid gas
That pack land I get it in
Then get it gone like stupid fast
Went and got me a sack
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Wen and got me some racks
Str8 Out Da Nawf
30 rounds in dat mac
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Plug fronted me da pack now I gotta flip dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Came from da field
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Lean wit da seal
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Always gotta shoota wit me and he down for a drill
Str8 Out Da Nawf
All dis gold on my chain
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Pullin off in a stang
Str8 Out Da Nawf
In da ville doin 80 cuz I'm on a paper chase
Str8 Out Da Nawf
My bitch bad
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Shmoke where ya get dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Woo woo woo
Flippin Flippin nigga zipping up a package yen ain't Gotta ask
Know I'm bout that action
Never stop grinding bitch I ain't relaxing
Nigga stop lying know you niggas capin
Fuck with me now they ain't fuck with me before
All I see is green lights I'm always on the go
Purple syrup know I'm pulling up a fo
Big bags nigga I got weed to blow
On Papermill trying to make a mill
On Simonton i'm in Georgian Hills
Got perc packs if you need a pill
I had to Jackson like my name Phil
Bitch I'm Finna black in my bag I got thrax and my pockets got Cash
Try to stay out of the street but damn that money be coming so fast
Got that lean in my belly
I'm on the juice man I feel like I'm pac
Looks like I beat up my pockets
Cause them bitches full of knots
In the coupe with some thots sloppy top while I'm hitting the block
We got some gas in rotation so we always looking for cops
Went and got me a sack
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Wen and got me some racks
Str8 Out Da Nawf
30 rounds in dat mac
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Plug fronted me da pack now I gotta flip dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Came from da field
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Lean wit da seal
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Always gotta shoota wit me and he down for a drill
Str8 Out Da Nawf
All dis gold on my chain
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Pullin off in a stang
Str8 Out Da Nawf
In da ville doin 80 cuz I'm on a paper chase
Str8 Out Da Nawf
My bitch bad
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Shmoke where ya get dat
Str8 Out Da Nawf
Woo woo woo
(I feel ya)
Jus re’d up on tha work, jus bought a new Bugatti
My niggas ready 2 catch a body
Come on bruh, I’m supa str8 (Let’s get it)
I got pounds of that work, so I’m supa str8
I’m goin ham in this bitch, so I’m supa str8
Fuck niggas gettin tha hurt, so I’m supa str8
I got yo bitch on my dick, so I’m supa str8
Boy I’m high off this weed, so I’m supa str8
I got 2 cups full of lean, so I’m supa str8
I jus copped a new Bugatti, so I’m supa str8
My niggas ready 2 catch a body, so I’m supa str8
New work (new work), supa str8 (supa str8)
36 O’s (O’s), supa weight (supa weight)
Big money (big money), supa plays (supa plays)
All talk (all talk), supa spray (supa spray)
I got hella connects; I’m traffickin in supa ways
I’m a hero 2 my hood; my durag is my supa cape
Betty Crocker, supa cake; fuck niggas they supa fake
We call that shit supa hate; don’t fuck wit niggas that’s 2 face
These niggas ain’t ready (uh uh); pull up in a drop top chevy
& I’m iced up, I’m fresh’d up, am I’m stuntin; very
These hoes all up on tha D, got it hot n’ heavy
Yea I’m supa str8 on yo pussy hoe, we ain’t goin steady
I’m supa str8 on this hoe; if u want her u can have her
I done cut her ass loose & then tha next finest bitch I grabbed her (come here bitch)
I’m catchin all tha pussy, my niggas call me Ocho (Ocho)
I’m like a movie bitch (bitch), I put on shows (on shows)
I b gettin supa gualla, who richer than me (me)
Supa str8 off this hustle & u finna c (c)
Jump it off in tha club & make it rain wit dollas (dollas)
I’m poppin bandz automatically like some poppin bottles (bottles)
I got pounds of that work, so I’m supa str8
I’m goin ham in this bitch, so I’m supa str8
Fuck niggas gettin tha hurt, so I’m supa str8
I got yo bitch on my dick, so I’m supa str8
Boy I’m high off this weed, so I’m supa str8
I got 2 cups full of lean, so I’m supa str8
I jus copped a new Bugatti, so I’m supa str8
My niggas ready 2 catch a body, so I’m supa str8
I’m supa str8 (why), cuz I got my bodyguard
Fuck wit me & u gonna b seein God
I’m supa str8 on u niggas, cuz I don’t fuck wit ya’ll
I’m crossin tha finish line & I ain’t seein ya’ll
If gettin money was a race, then I’m beatin ya’ll
I’m spendin cake so fast they got me 4 speedin ya’ll
I’m supa str8 on my ice, cuz it’s blindin ya’ll
My swag supa str8, I’m fly, I’m big tymin dawg
Ya’ll niggas hatin on me, cuz ya’ll niggas kno that I’m supa str8
I look at ya’ll niggas & c that stomach virus look on ya’ll face
Deep down inside ya’ll can’t stand a nigga, cuz I’m supa str8
Jus got me 2 hoes & 2 bandz, yep I’m supa str8
Yea, I’m tha 1 that stole her (wooh), yep tha 1 u wife’d up
Hell yea, I took yo bitch (wooh), yesterday I got her iced up
I’ll eased up on ya’ll pussies (pussies), naw fuck ya’ll niggas (niggas)
I ain’t supa str8 on ya’ll fuck boys & I’m ridin round wit my pistol nigga (wooh)
I got pounds of that work, so I’m supa str8
I’m goin ham in this bitch, so I’m supa str8
Fuck niggas gettin tha hurt, so I’m supa str8
I got yo bitch on my dick, so I’m supa str8
Boy I’m high off this weed, so I’m supa str8
I got 2 cups full of lean, so I’m supa str8
I jus copped a new Bugatti, so I’m supa str8
My niggas ready 2 catch a body, so I’m supa str8
I got pounds of that work, so I’m supa str8
I’m goin ham in this bitch, so I’m supa str8
Fuck niggas gettin tha hurt, so I’m supa str8
I got yo bitch on my dick, so I’m supa str8
Boy I’m high off this weed, so I’m supa str8
I got 2 cups full of lean, so I’m supa str8
I jus copped a new Bugatti, so I’m supa str8
My niggas ready 2 catch a body, so I’m supa str8
(Intro)
No I can't think str8 right now No I can't think str8 right now No I can't think str8 think str8 No I can't think str8 think str8 No I can't think str8 think str8 No I can't think str8 think str8 No I can't think str8 think str8 (Chorus)
Welcome to this dark motherfuckin world we live in Took too much to cope, now a young blood trippin No I can't think str8 right now
No I can't think str8 right now
Label me a killer yeah they label me a menace
If they want it, if they want it, promise they gon' get it
No I can't think str8 right now
Cuz I can't think str8 right now
(Verse1)
My mind is so crazy
So my mom keep on praying
Cuz she know these niggas wanna kill me cuz they hate me And she know the opps kill a nigga on the daily
It's okay I live my life how I want
You can't tear me down I was meant for top
Fuck all the opinions I'm just focused on the guap, yup Fuck that bitch talkin just want her to give me top, yup.
Hann Huh nigga, I say hann just to end the song
Just Cooked me a pack I ain't going right
What, Yeah Man I'm Str8
Just came Up out the plate like I just ate
Ain't going back for no shake
She say "Am I really Straight"
Man that's a Double Date
I ain't going back no time soon
Man I'm really straight
Just Cooked me a pack I ain't going right
What, Yeah Man I'm Str8
Just came Up out the plate like I just ate
Ain't going back for no shake
She say "Am I really Straight"
Man that's a Double Date
I ain't going back no time soon
Man I'm really straight
Yeah I'm Str8
(Str8)
Yeah I'm Str8
(Str8)
Ain't no Question Bout' it
Aye
Yeah I'm Str8
(Str8)
Yeah I'm Str8
(Str8)
Yeah I'm Str8
(Str8)
Ain't no Question Bout' it
Yeah I'm Str8, Man Im str8 (Lets go)
I drop the beat in the beaker turn up the stove
Str8t drop my bars now they tearin down my door
For this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They want this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
I drop the beat in the beaker turn up the stove
Str8t drop my bars now they tearin down my door
For this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They want this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They be like Joker you be killing these niggas
Poppy steady put the flame to these niggas
I be fly like a galaxy space like asteroid
Faster than a rocket now these pussy niggas paranoid
Live from the jungle wit apes monkey gorillas
Steady running for the paper like reapers coming to get us
I'm a animal cannibal eat em up like Hannibal
Annihilate the opposition when they try to slander you
I be on my Ps and Qs you just learned your ABCs
D E V A S T A T I O N you'll get from me
OMG SMH IDK he going crazy
LMFAO when your ol lady liking all my pages
Had to take it to the basics catch me in the kitchen
With the fork by the water like hit it hit it hit it
Money is the outcome Imma Get it Get it Get it
All day every day I grind I don't play
I drop the beat in the beaker turn up the stove
Str8t drop my bars now they tearin down my door
For this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They want this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
I drop the beat in the beaker turn up the stove
Str8t drop my bars now they tearin down my door
For this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They want this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
Duffle Bag County my city niggas is murders
And we on the rise like mercury in a thermometer
You can write a book the chronicles of my life
Post the good and the bad like comments on a timeline
Birth Streets Prison Free
Home On Doing Me
Resilient psychotic thoughts that border brilliance
Bytches tryna fuck a nigga by the trillions
I'm just tryna clock these figures like a Movado
Gangsta debonnaire my bravado
LJ Da Joker stamped sealed and delivered
If I said it jot it down best believe I'm going to get it
Cuz time don't exist nigga clocks do
She like why these niggas always tryna clock you
Mock you jock you harder then titanium
Make the wrong move Imma open up his cranium
I drop the beat in the beaker turn up the stove
Str8t drop my bars now they tearin down my door
For this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They want this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
I drop the beat in the beaker turn up the stove
Str8t drop my bars now they tearin down my door
For this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They want this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
I be like who dat who dat tearing down my door
Say dey need that need that straight drop flow
Bars I'm inflicting cater to there addiction
LJ Da Joker monarch no egyption
Peep the inscription written in blood
I promise to go hard for everybody I love
Till the stars in the heavens fall from the sky
Till the sands in the glass of hours run dry
I drop the beat in the beaker turn up the stove
Str8t drop my bars now they tearin down my door
For this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They want this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
I drop the beat in the beaker turn up the stove
Str8t drop my bars now they tearin down my door
For this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
They want this pure uncut cut that's str8t drop
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Po končani sem matur
Vpisal se na Filofaks
Začel sem delat za stanvane
In u kot postavu saks
Najel sem flet za Bežigradom
Plača je kr hitr šla
U paniki sem fon pograbu
Mat poklicu: Ej, a si doma
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Vsako jutro ob osmih vstajam
Zajtrk čaka me na miz
Z mat kramljava mal ob kavi
Seks, ženske, trači pravi
U šolo mi že dolg ni treba
Diploma čaka me pet let
U fabrk tud že dolg ne delam
Ker pač pr mat lepo je žvet
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
Trideset let sm str
In živim pr mami
Kuha mi kosil
Poskrbi da kej bom pil
(Chorus)
Tryna get the money up, big bag
Stay with a weapon like get back yeah
Party til we cant see str8
Party til we cant see str8
I'm the turn up king drink and smoke
Got some money imma bring to blow yo
Party til we cant see str8
Party til we cant see str8
(Verse)
Sleep when im dead that's party all night
Imma take smoke outside like a club fight
Traumatized like i lost a limb no feelings left
Drink until i walk funny where we going next
Picking up the steel like they hunting me down
Tryna smack it out ya hand leave ya shit on the ground
The hood got me like this surrounded by killers
Moving with my chest out gorilla looking nigga
(Chorus)
Tryna get the money up, big bag
Stay with a weapon like get back yeah
Party til we cant see str8
Party til we cant see str8
I'm the turn up king drink and smoke
Got some money imma bring to blow yo
Party til we cant see str8
Party til we cant see str8
If you don't listen 222 3TIMES, what the fuck are you doing???
Yeah, my vision blurry
I can't see str888
Yeah, my vision hazy
I can't see str888
Yeah, my vision blurry
I'm 222 geeked up
I'm 222 geeked up
In the night, I'm geeked up
Baby
I can't see str888
I can't see str888
Yeah, my vision blurry
Hazy, blurry
I can't see str888
Hazy, blurry
I can't see str888
I can't see
Yeah, my vision blurry
I'm 222 geeked up
I'm 222 geeked up
In the night, I'm geeked up
Baby
Hope these drugs don't take me
I've been taking risk
My lifestyle been 222 crazy
My hands are shaking
Hold on, I'm 222 anxious
I'm finna roll this 8th and-
Forget about the pain and-
Contemplating
I know I'm the gr888st
I know they be h888n'
I'm 222 focused on payments
Make my money flip, I had 222 get the backend
I just candy flipped, I feel like I could do a back flip
I can't see str888, cause these all black Prada glasses
I can't fuck with none of these niggas, cause they always cappin'
But they hoes is giving top, they getting active
If she put it in my hand, then yeah, I'm Hulk Smashin'
I was always like this, shit just started happening
My mind was stuck up in the clouds- can't recollect, there's overcasting
World Wrestling Entertainment, Money in the Bank
Had cashed in
Had 222 go get my fucking backend
Had a pocket full of drugs, and some bad friends
Pick between the two, and you know I pick the addys
I pick the acid
And I pick the shrooms, cause you know them shits is magic
Bet they vision blurry
Bet they see me as an addict
Can't get high like me
I don't advise, you just might panic
Don't mind me, I can manage
Right now, I can't see str888, but my future clear, like plastic
I'm sippin' Dussé, or a 4, but never lacking
I think I'm blackin', I think I'm-
I can't see str888
Yeah my vision hazy
I can't see str888
Yeah my vision blurry
I'm 222 geeked up
I'm 222 geeked up
In the night I'm geeked up
Baby
I can't see str888
I can't see str888
I got blues, but all I see is red
I ain't got no friends
Blurry
I can't see str888
Hazy
Blurry
I can't see str888
Yeah my vision blurry
I'm 222 geeked up
I'm 222 geeked up
In the night I'm geeked up
Baby
Got these blues, but all I see is red
Me, myself, and I, don't need no friends
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