Lyrics:
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, "Boy, bye" (sorry)
Tell
everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a Breitling
I damn near lost it all in the dice game
I kept my mouth closed when the folks came
My name on fire in
check out my new suit
Gods blend aim take fire pure destruction
Dissapear from here, my year
Drop the stupid LP's everywhere
Fallin out the sky tall
the tec
To put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say,
taught if your CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not hear sirens at all
But don't be
lookin' down his neck
Tryin' to get more out of 'im
Than he really ought to have to put in.
After twenty-nine long years of workin'
In this shop with
We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cartier eye
I'm
who pray
I don't pray boy, I look to the sky, my nigga
Then smoke on a blunt to get by, my nigga, like okay
This shit fire
Nigga shit
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Check-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I don't wear a cup
in her purse so I don't trust hoes
I usually judge these niggas by the taste of they watch
And then the pandemic hit, they started faking me out
can't put them back together
What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals two-by-two
Give me the needle, give me the rope
We're going
on fire
Word, word, word!
Atlanta's proper
Word!
And in Miami, we are mooovin' somethin'
Hmmmmm.
Turn this mutha out
Oaktown posse they will
Turn this
I can't put out your fire, I know it's too late
I can't be up for hire, it's not my best trait
The gallow glass is crackin', it's startin' to smash
You can't put them back together
What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals, two by two
Give me the needle give me the rope
We're
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?
'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
(All they smell is
Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?
'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
(All they smell is
a place where we can go
Back seat action, sunroof for deuce
And the windows tinted so nobody could look in
Put it in gear and burn out with me
I'll
"Don't Trip"
(feat ice Cube, Dr dre & WillIAm)
Damn, WillIam, my nigga it's your boy Dre
Yo, I don't think people know that you know
How to take it
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
your hands in the air (in the air)
You don't gotta call your girls they right here
You've been workin' out, so that thing feel real good
Gon' put it
don’t boy
I’m getting to the money
I’m eating no diet I walk up in the
Club and my niggas throwin up games side
One of the few that keep it real
And rap
hurt
Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work
Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga
So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga
I know
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