Lyrics:
(yeah)
Thousand beans a day, hit your town with a bowl of pills
With or without the rap game, I got dope for sale
Nigga disrespect the gang, send them
On the fucking tube
Making a lot of scenes on the camera
That will make these haters mad by going bananas
Because they hating on my lifestyle
That's why I got
my own name
Buy my own dope
Ain't got my hand out for a thang
I don't glorify the game
This shit come with a lot of pain
Had a lot of sunny days
for me if you care for me 'cause I'm on the edge
I'm finna put a shell in a nigga head
I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
The fifth got
Uh, you know a nigga be travelin' and shit
On the road, in the game
Get straight to it
You know I ain't even had time to change clothes
You know I
[Featuring Star Polite]
[Method Man]
(There...there?)
One more game
Yo uh huh uh huh
Staar
Surround sounder blunt smokin
'm hotter than acid and don't even practice
Game, guess I got it at birth from my momma
Ill na na, real drama, see I
Ball, till I can't or I'm covered by
my own name
Buy my own dope
Ain't got my hand out for a thang
I don't glorify the game
This shit come with a lot of pain
Had a lot of sunny days
!! (Eeeeeeeyooooouuu!!!!!)
[Verse 1] (Pitbull)
I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed
With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng
!! (Eeeeeeeyooooouuu!!!!!)
[Verse 1] (Pitbull)
I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed
With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng
bad
I got hope for the city
And everybody with me
I know an old head with a whole lot of wisdom
Sir solid as a rock he should partner up with Diddy aye
got tired of finding the help
I'm doing fine by myself
With God and his protection
Accepting all his blessings
Teaching me self conscious and being me
Yeah I got a lot up on my mind
When I'm driving by
Windows down you know the music high
When I'm driving by
Stars are out and in my line sight
When
Them gun sounds Result with death and I ain’t talking from the ear,
Caught him at the stop sign got hit up from his rear,
Ain’t no point of skirting
niggas don't think you worthy
In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early
Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it
So he loading up
mix it with the faygo
And these bitches love doing what I say so
Cuz a young stunna got a lot of bankrolls
Never lacking I ain't sweet like a mango
Ha ha ha ha!
The super flow with more jokes than Bazooka Joe
A mix between Superfly Snuka and a superhoe
Chew a MC like El Chupa Nibre
Digest
niggas don't think you worthy
In my hood, I saw a lot of gangstas die early
Mama heart broke, and brother feel like he gotta fix it
So he loading up
You know damn well I'm a freak
I try my best to make you throw gang signs with your feet
Cunnilingus game so good it'll have your week you can hardly
the piss and moaners
Who were calling me away from my work
Another rainy day is in the books
I got ripped off by a girl with rodent looks
She said she was
never speed
The game when I run it by her, its at slow pace
Don't say no hey I'm not a hi - er, she got a nice face
Finna make this count because my time
as hot as me
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Draped in Givenchy I mix it with Fendi
How many shots in my glock I got plenty
Wait now the clip empty
That's for the ones that
Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
It's the era of the New South, yes sir
Sooner or later, one way or another
[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
There's a portion of the south in
Everybody ain't a baller. Shot caller. I live check to check
Week to week. At least I'm rich in honesty. Cause y'all lie a lot and that's weak to me
Now
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