Lyrics:
stretchin' up to the dashboard,
Wasn't thinkin' how I'd probly get hurt, by a mad dad's 12-gauge in a supercharged Ford,
We were drunk on good love and fun,
be the jumper
12 Gauge I call her rage and love to pump her
Let off a few shots clap clap dump her
And now I'm sitting in my coupe
System banging
feelin' manly and you say it's comin' in handy
Slidin' my claws from New York down by N. Virginia
Ticklin' you around Delaware before I enter
Total
believe
At 9 o'clock, I saw her
By 10, I had her number
11's when I called her
At 12 o'clock, it happened, I gotta blame
Midnight, I was caught up
It's
night yeah
Glow glow all night
Run up on you
1-2 1-2
What you gonna do
1-2 1-2
And when they run it tup
We gone have em singing
Murder she wrote
Yeah yeah
on my sleeves
I look down to my feet as a man standing under me mutters
"Please..."
(Aah)
Oh shit
Thank God it was just a dream
I can't seem to remember
Down in texas by the water Pc to be exact
You can catch me in my 1984 Cadillac
c Old school Biarritz , I call it El Dawg
Cocaine white interior ,
[Ghostface Killah (Scarface)]
Yeah, this Tony Starks
Scarface, yeah, we about to switch faces
(It's goin' down) Yeah Kay Slay
(Right here, right
the diamonds, geechie dub shinin'
Ninety-seven sport drop Benz, gettin' mine
You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A-K
It's West coast mafia
up with shells when it come to beef
We dumping shells, no Saved By The Bell, but my tires screech
Watch out for 12, 'cause we hot as hell, let's make
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
Bloody Mary
[PRE-HOOK]
I see how it is! “damn”
Pull up on me you can swallow my kids
Ay you takin’ my spot now?
12-gauge buck shot
Headshot kill shot
In Studio 54, Waiting to Exhale
When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle
That's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle
Fifty/fifty
Aint put puttin my hands up for nobody
My nigga im gripping the heat
I Rather be judged by 12
Then killed by 12
My nigga its really that deep
Rather be
them ol' green heads back home
Keep your heads bowed
It's gonna get real loud
When that 12-guage choir sings out a holy song
Well, somebody say Amen,
On stage off stage back stage
Thinking about that 12 gauge .
Pick it up put it down
Depressed
Stressed
Go on make another request I needa rest .
I still
and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-gauge
It's time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin'
See these other niggas bustin' raps that
shit I’m self made,
No nine to five I’m in the streets I’m self paid,
This not no hand Gun this a 12 gauge,
Cross the tracc I got the drac from the 3,
murder
Know it's unsolved
Like I'm Paul wall
Searching for myself
I was feeling lost
Hit you with this 12 gauge but the front sawed
How to get away with
Little mama can give it to me like I'm the man
Give it to me like I told you
Grab you flip you hold you break you down
Stop depress drop your dress
faster
Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped 'til my head gets popped
A lot of fuckin' bodies will drop
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood
'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off
Get 'em hauled off, (ah) y'all loss
Take it all off, got a n- car door
For
gauge pump it sets you free
Once you taste these biscuits, there so sweet
You ain't ever going back, oh no
Yeah, two wheel drive or down four low
I
Drop that motherfucker, drop
Breakin' it down and makin' your rounds
On my house, see you the baddest bitch in the town
Layin' it down, they like
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