Lyrics:
shoot a woman in the club, it's a hoedown
Big ass chain and it's hangin' by my nuts now
Every time that we commit a crime, it goes properly
Robbin' all
will get costly like private shows at strip clubs
Beating me's a hard task by itself so fuck you,
Cause that's a fantasy like anal sex with Eliza Dushku
know the trigger finger is used to squeeze the gat
Everybody know gas is high, pass the lah
Stash the crack when the cops come passing by
Everybody
sayin?
They have people to move somethin', know what I'm talkin' about?
I'm just tryin' to get mine, on the grind
Psycho Club, know what I'm talkin'
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
time to rest
ain't it bugged?
so take it back to the time Rickle's with Doug
I used to fiend to hear my shit in the club
torchin it for the less
crack
Pull guns then roses, clubs, closes now
Cause we shut this motherfucker down
See a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white
Got snatched out his
I spotted Miss World too good to be true
But the club was pretty dark and I'd had quite a few
I stagger to her table sipping my brew
But just as I
to a Facey
So sorry, not sorry, everyday I might pop it (pop it)
He went get by, it's a clock on that body
Long way from dolly, eatin steak, not polly
[Proof]
La-la la-la la-la la-la, pretend to sharrrrrre..
Da, da-da, ain't nothin, by D-Twellllllve..
Weed no seeds, last year Cannabis Cup
in the club, still a thug by the book
Are you a book or a slut, where's the love I don't know
At the same spot as you left it, you feel me but just
through the block, by the club house
When you see the car behind me, air that shit out
If my death is anything like my life
Then I'mma die like a G
and sleep, Earl
Ain't it dark wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they tipped their
colored white right by the shore
You're never knowing how it goes til your on the floor Covered in roses chocolate drops and you might score But then I
tamed her
That foaming rebellion that flopped
British restraint
Helped make Gandhi a saint
Uncle Sam woulda made Gandhi cop
To some terrorist rap
Don't be
to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalance dropped on my show and
'Cause I writes
able ta' cop cable
Ay'time you hit the club you better have a table.
Tol' me they would take me out my worse
Tol' me "image is everything"
(So I...) Tol'
to chill when the club is crowded
But these dudes drink the liquor down daily by the gallon, wondering why their license ain't valid
We got drink over here,
cops with big clubs
Who's arresting you when you're drunk
You sick munk
Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps
Till you punks get the picture
Get it?
If
back
When you gotta keep your homies by your side
I’m so I’m so fly in the cockpit
If I want something then I cop it
They don’t know the struggle
Dorang
tell 'em hold on
I'm waiting between worlds
He was looking at a pale sun rise
Thinking back on the time gone by
How he loved and he laughed and he cried
Inhalin' ganja smoke
Countin' mad CREAM, weighin' tons of coke
Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers
I flood the streets with
Drugs and clock dollaz
Niggas get
been here for weeks i'on't usually like
Go home 'cause I know niggas hate a lot
I'd probably get shot
And we don't even got cops
Cold case on my big bro
we locked in without a marriage but is you still hubby?
Gotta keep a pretty bitch by his side, shit get real ugly
If I start gainin' weight from
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