Lyrics:
she want my love but I know she want the green
Cocaine on the dash, she belong to the streets
I could be okay if you just give me a minute
Roll another
Waterfall, waterfall, ahah
Waterfall, waterfall, waterfall
One, two, three, four
Bitch better watch your mouth
I rap 'cause I love it
Don't do it for
You might be six feet tall
But the bigger they are the harder they fall
To move my ego
You going need a uhaul
Just fucked two sisters up in Montreal
She
global fucking domination in this rap shit
Word is Bon Jovi
Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by
From the city where the niggas load clips and fats
And get stabbed at home room should've skipped that class
Shit will never change on the West Side
toasters packed. * Verse*
rolling wid dah loaded mash.
got dah straly wid dah scope and dash.
dese niggaz must be smoking crack.
cuz dah nose
Niggas be lovin em Compton niggas, put the West Coast on the map
Now every bitch nigga and they mama tryin to rap
Go check the Real N*gga tree from the CPT
two sides
Duffle a hundred bands, trunk is 2-5
Mules are flying in, the drive from Tucson
The dash is hollowed out, we shortened the fuel line
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
this life
Matter fact you know I've been to hell and back twice
Angels stuck by my side that I should have made my wife
But I spend all my time online
muh'fuckers
[chorus]
[interlude]
Ride along, with my rimz and tirez
Side along
[kokane]
Mr. recycler (what? ) I'm lookin for a sixty-two chevy
And she kinda
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
put you in the right mind
Light shines on my spirit, you just getting side lined
NO 2 your album, something like a nitrite
Man I'm far too smart to go
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
at soul
If this my last light then ill have to blow, Let me be I lord
My will instilled in minds I know, the seeds I plant will grow
A leaf in wind will
niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true, yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true, yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
on the 'Gram that's why you snap so much
Get it by the way I do not ask for much
My album out in the waves I got a platinum cut
But I'm refusing to pay to get
in blue cup, faded in the eyes
Got a jay rolled up in the pocket on the side
The compartment in the dash man that's where the gun hides
Well until I
graduates
That's broke askin' for dimes
And nickle sacks
Nigga give me back I'll give you some
You wash my back I wash yours
I do rap tours while niggas
Be
broke when I wrote this song
most of the niggas by my side, they don't belong
but I kept then there (why is that?)to prove I was strong
now you could be
& Exile freestyle, need more that
Even way before that, that 2Pac Shakur tash
Alcoholic sugar free speak kind of sort of
Getting too cute, need to be
Deep, I`m leaving brothers shook
While you debatin` I`m urinatin` on your rap book
I be Skillz see, the ill East Coast MC
All my peeps down in VA, this
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