Lyrics:
'n' pick up an ounce, but hold up, I gotta pee
Time to flee the scene, on this shopping spree, got that alien OG
Maybe stop at Chipotle get a bowl
on dubs and 4 swanging
We staying iced up, from the heel to the brain
[Hook: x2]
[Yungstar]
DJ Screw, mayn put a M down South
So I pay cost to be
on dubs and 4 swanging
We staying iced up, from the heel to the brain
[Hook: x2]
[Yungstar]
DJ Screw, mayn put a M down South
So I pay cost to be
up on my baby bitch
Story watchers watch my technique hook shot swish
Scored a game high i had to throw ice on my aching wrist
If you reach imma teach
Formica floors
Shoes by Jimmy Chu's and Michael Core's
Fuck Thelma and Louise, it's Trina and Eve (uh, yeah)
Hook
(Eve)
I'm not a regular bitch, I
cream man
The hood's hope
Selling dreams, ghetto dope
Lying to em like a pope
Only God can judge me
I got my game face on
Living right just from doing em
the motherfuckin' head cells
Them niggas fuckers most wanted, ain't hype
Coogee Rap, the Ghetto Boys, and the Rapalock Family
MC Ren, the OG Ice T, Ice Cube
Check it out (Con-Con-Conductor)
Yeah, Con, you know I got you
My brother, for real
This family right here, yeah
Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
them my face
The ones who disappeared want to be romantic
But those blasts from the past didn´t ignite
Young Cantona, always got some fly kicks
Put up my
splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin' them jets (aye)
I can not fuck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got
Yea
Yea
Yeah
Yea
Yea
Yea
Mix a pint in the soda I'm up with it
I fill it up when the cup empty
Just found some X took a buck fifty
Bad bitch from LA
from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran
nigga, check out my man
He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave
We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up
Fuckin with us or get you cut
the jug
Ghetto thoed we ghetto known, wih mo' ice on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
At night
I day dream
I fucked up and fucked redeem
I'm ice cold, ice cube, ice cream
I don't fuck with Homosapiens
Them niggas act like aliens
La-Lately man
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
showed me love when them label wasn't fuckin wit me Cash Money Millionaires nigga [Hook(Turk)] Growing up was hard in them project bricks I ain't gone even
like me
What's happenin' in the ghetto ain't
Happenin' in Bel Air
And I'm from California, not Delaware
So boo yaa, boo yaa, boo yaa
What's happenin'
room (shh)
I remember you from school, nigga, you a ho guy
I don't think nobody got the balls that I got (no)
Shotgun hunter, had his whole clique
youth of the ghettos
And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
Up the only thing that I can't make this shit
I keep the stick
You'll think I got ice cubes on my chain colder den a bitch
Roxy, xanny, addy, Percocet
full, remember a nigga was poor
Was hittin' licks from the winks, shit, we got banned from the store
Niggas call, I cut my line if they ain't talkin' bout
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