Lyrics:
undercover's pulled up quick with they guns to our heads
I looked at Kenny, looked at me, we both thought we was dead
And we ain't never been in this type
dollars
I could pay for you to go to college
Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl
Collect cash is the motto
Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in
A GUN IN A HOLSTER/
HEY SEXY THAT'S YA NAME RIGHT/
YOU GOT ME LIKE A ROCKSTAR UP ALL NIGHT/
YOU MUST BE PLAYIN TRYNA COME AT ME LIKE THAT/
BEEN FRIENDS
to Coronado
And not me, why not me?
Shy Walby, shy Walby (Come back to me)
Local boy (You're my local boy)
Heading home, you're my first choice (You're my
the story of how we recorded it and what went wrong when we did it. It happened in Switzerland, the song, a thing called Smoke On The
Water, this one.
you bout it
It was nineteen ninety one, you could see it on the screen
Bunch of cops circled up
Beatin the fuck out Rodney King
It wasn't in HD but you
Intro:
“Aint Nobody gonna come an save you”
“In this world, in this world”
VERSE 1.
See we left to pick up the pieces/
An my mama didn’t do it
Like I got a gun
Keep it coming, keep it coming
I got cases by the dozen
Picking up ideas, like the brain's in the oven
With the recipe, whoop,
I'm free
I said that's works for me great
She said let's meet up at this club I like
You'll get in for free
I said bet missy missy
I can't wait till we
Mmm
So I can tell em when you coming over
When I get up in my bed I grab my gun
I move it over I be stepping with my Soulja's
Baby tell me are you
this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin'
He Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience
Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up
Betty, this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin
Hey Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience
Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank
while in this room clueless
Alone I can assume if I lose I will prove my self useless
God help me to get induced more and stay exclusive
Give me more
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
of ya'll messing with this country sound
Them boys sent me with some new country
We rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared
back off
I'll beat your motherfuckin ass boy
I'll do you like they did Rodney
Y'all can hang me now, not even death can stop me
House nigga, Field Nigga
steppin' in my 501z
Burner on my hip, ain't scared to die, know my time gon come
A lil nigga on the block, i'm posted with the biggest gun
They catch me
swimming in, like a shark
Hip-hop heads never die
We multiply then dominate
(Visualizing the realism of
Life in actuality) c'mon this sound, it had
To come
of this way to get shot by my Glock 24
Got a bitch sitting courtside in the back
...
Twitching for some pussy you a rookie
I just spent some cash for
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
they say freeze
We ain't in the jungle no more but they still be lion wildin'
If ion finish this mission i'ma reincarnate no such thing as dyin'
We call
swear it won't leave me 'lone, boy
Chopper come through spittin'
Try to run, where you goin', boy? Don't, boy
Smokin' on this tree-tree, gettin' head
the leader, follow me
They wanna beat me like Rodney
See me like Pac
Have me like OJ doing 100 in the drop
Railroad me like the Hurricane
But I won't stop,
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