Lyrics:
goes down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a f**k
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
corner tryna catch another break
F**k school, tell them he was coming late
Block dry, hear they praying something shake
Now everybody taking off his
it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of sh-
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Yo, who's king of this f- English lit'?
Let
"f**k tha police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole f**kin' family is wearin' our t-shirts.
So I'mma run til I can't run no
change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they can't even spin back
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
to the criminals sect
I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet
'Cause I'm slick as slippery
They can't get wit me, cops ain't s*** to me
I can't
dick like she cyclin'
Then she can't walk run or jump like white men
F-fuck you niggas wan' do
No ceilings let the bullets rain on you
Weezy f the f
don't even know what they're dying for
We can't trust you when you take a stand
With a gun and bible in your hand
And the cold expression on your face
up a check
Imma go f**k up a check
Imma go f**k up a check
I can't tell you what's next
Imma go f**k up a check
Imma go f**k up a check
Imma go f**k up
"f**k tha police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole f**kin' family is wearin' our t-shirts.
So I'mma run til I can't run no
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
about to change
My repo, they distribute, they repo be drivin planes
Watch out for them folks and them K-9's sniffin them thangs
Bricks, kicks, hittin
Shit, everybody I roll wit Hash-E
Everybody I roll wit got
Ain't stopping me from takin over blocks
West coast style, S.K. with the shoulder stop
get him hit right now
With the goddamn thing on me
When I mop wit it, bop wit it
F&n on me, keep the Glock wit me
I'm talking 'bout a stick
Weed and syrup is the combination
And the inspiration
As for you pussy niggas
I just realize you can f**k with me and you never will
Bitch ass
drastic, ain't no names compared to me
Who are you, where are ya, I can't see, ya air to me
Ya not there to me, I ain't f***ing with you b**** n****s
I'm
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
* the original from dj clue's "professional 2" didn't f/ young gavin
[intro - foxy brown]
Fox so hot.. ya can't fuck wit me
Fox so hot.. ya can't
Seein' people smile wild in the heat
120 degree
'Cause I want to be free
What's a smilin' fact
When the whole state's racist
Why want a holiday F--k
to the money
(I know these)
the f**k nikkas aint for me @repeat
verse 2
I go hard.....cant you tell by the sweat
Imma break it down for the check
class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the sh-, f- (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my a- from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em a-part
in my ear
And if you don't eat pussy
Get the f**k out of here
They will call you to the telly and set yo ass up
I'll call the jack boyz
Come
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