Lyrics:
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
2Pac told us to never give up
Where I'm from
Be ready to shoot or be ready to duck
This shit tough, you ain't ready enough
(yeah, you ain't ready enough)
Homies waiting me in headphones sounds 2pac
Life's hard I don't count on my luck
Every time I do I fuck it up and stuck
And I'm going back back to my block
Time was when an American about to go abroad would be warned by his friends or the guidebooks not to drink the water. But times have changed, and now
drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in
up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
of this here
I got this
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in (yeah)
Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)
to get it on
Don't slow!
Drive it, clean it, lights out, bleed it, spend the lasto
I got it
In your pocko
I got it
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da
I, shall, not, be, moved
Uh, come on! Uh, come on!
Uh, come on! (Kick it, Chuck)
Drive-By Trucker, I play it loud, motherfer
Use it, don't abuse it
chaos
Internal chaos, internal chaos
Drive by, drive by, drive by, drive by, drive by
Two times, three times
Drive by, drive by, drive by, drive by, drive
She did not want to drive
She did not want to fly
She did not want to wait
For a bus to come by
She did not want to hassle
She did not
and sellin'
Most of my homies is ex-felons (Convicts)
In two decades, rap went from Planet Rock
To crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock
And it don't
bitches waitin'
Two tens, that's a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
Drinks on me for me, not you
Up in the club, don't give a fuck
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up gal
Two by two
When we split it up
We make a few
Me and you
When we
on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don't pick, I just choose
And rule number three, never forget to remember to always get the money
If it is in a glass, drink it
If it is offered to you, take it
If you can drive
Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst
Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks
Got the stove on my waist, and we cooks
I’m in
out here on the road.
By lookin' in your eyes, I can tell what's on your mind.
Yeah, I'd love to drive you home an' hold your body close to mine.
You'll be glad you don't have to drive far
You'll be happy you don't have to go far
Park your pickups and Cadilacs, Fords and Renaults
And dance like
one, the ape-shit killer
After you're dead I drink an ice cold miller
Out on parole and I'm looking to score
I'm guy number two, I'll take your
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cause
Drink up it's last call last resort
But only the first mistake and I
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice
Yo 'Pac
That's right, hehehe
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Yeah
Niggas just wanna know
If you
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