Lyrics:
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
daddy’s working in lab aiming it at you & her
So sit your dumb ass down
Load the trunk you won’t be found
Load the glock case you get loud
Catch a case
of riot get rid of the pigs now
Get rid of the bitches
I don’t got no time for fake shit I ont listen
So that’s jus how it is now
Get rid of the pigs
Get
do this for my nigga Kobe
I got ice ice baby cold vanilla ice
All this shxt up in the cart the cashier can't believe the price
I see you got a strap
I'm bipolar
Don't talk to pigs no not even pumba
Meskin on shine diamonds dance they do Zumba
Locked up in that cell without any bail
Solid never tell
it does somethin' to me.
I wish I knew what it was
Last night I was telling Umbriago about my latest concerto
Called Tony's push cart
He said
Fuck the world burn it all with gasoline
Capitalists, fascists, they're all fiends
They're keeping the minds small by showing a small world
Living
pissed cause I'm starting
To smell like piss, player
My little man get bread
I tell you what he doing
He bag up for days till cocaine in his urine
His
on the stand
But I love it when she call me by my rapper name
She say go head and get the money just don’t ever change
I got the volume to the max I’m riding in
Big faces, I need big faces
All the guys sip Ace, we need 'bout six cases
I came up in the hood with the risk takers
Ran when the pigs chased us
Chorus: Yo, when the long arm of the law
Is grabbing you, backstabbing you
Policecars passing you, on dark avenues
Mag lights flashing you, pigs
Drive-by 207 and 11-24
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Bust his mothafuckin' head, got his mothafuckin' neck
Plus 11-99 in his mothafuckin' chest
If I get locked up
Yeah, I'm finna say it like I'm just Telling a story
If I get locked up, ain't no switching
He gon' die in prison
Cut it out, bro
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
I'd like to take you by surprise at the grocery store
Grab you by the hand and step on the electric door
Leave the shopping cart right where it is
The animals went in seven by seven
The little pig thought he was going to heaven
And they all went into the ark
For to get out of the rain.
The animals went in
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
you know I'm bout that action
Hoe skate or get in line
Bitch you know I'm bout that action
I'll fall off
When a pig fly
Bitch you know I'm bout that
the uzi your future ain't bright
In the night in the back and it's dark
Going round I don't know where to start
Pushing carts for the hell of it
I get
in the world know
That we got much more drugs than
We can ever smoke out
With drugs money would fill the exchequer
In a minute is that pig headed
Boss the blackguard thing to say
I'd rather bow down to you and pray,
Man, I'd rather lay down and die,
Lay and die, some dirty pig,
In some dirty,
we go. What do you know
Back up back up
I smell pigs n cracka with no love for the blacka
The berry, the juice
They are marry the system, We get
Whoop your ass Ben askren
I'm the headache
That an aspirin can't stop
I go by myself cause I'm in the spot
We just trying to make history
Can't you get
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