Lyrics:
F.O.B nigga, funds over buns
(Gotta get that boy a CCM, 100 bands)
Gotta get that money, you heard
Look, you know the more money we make, it's gon'
on perkies, she on molly
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12, I'mma shit on these niggas like
like, nigga"
Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga
Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga
Handle bars, ever swing,
boys show me love just for keepin' it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
me
[Snoop Dogg]
Roll with me, S-N-double O-P
Mel-man where ya been O.G.
Tell me, the game'll never fail me
Ask J or my lil' homie Shelby
Uh, I cut em
rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill
I be
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow
a hooker snap, didn't I tell you don't pop crack
'cause I'm Top Cat
[samples]
[Slick Rick]
Now come and the sex triggers, and his penis stiffer
Bigger,
That boy countin' a lot, huh
Look, bah, grrt, woo
Yeah
Woo
Look, see them hatin' ass niggas talkin', tell 'em, niggas, stop it (woo)
Woo
need to pretend
Therapist tell me I don't need to defend
Therapy tell me I don't need to explain
Just drop the record on the needle and express my
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
Tell me, the game'll never fail me
Ask J or my lil' homie Shelby
Uh, I cut em' up like Marcus Welby
This is the dopest G, that you will ever see
rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill
I be
and despise me, so I let 'em
See, the answer to show niggas better than you can tell 'em
You've had to deal with a lot of real-life drama
What do you say
wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it..........It's Chopper City
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I represent my dawg Soulja
That's why you can catch me
of these whores (uh-uh), Dior out the store (bitch)
Better keep your pipe up on you boy, I'll have 'em at your door (bang, bang)
Better run for life,
came across a young man
who was likewise peddelin' pot
and the devil slid down the beach to the kid
and said "boy lemme tell you what"
i guess you
rest in peace
And we do it through our jeans
I'm trying to tell 'em I
See my future as crystal-clear
Shine like some crystal, yeah
So I keep pistols
shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me
Fall wit'
Nobody to tell 'em they special, you know I got 'em
Nobody there to tell them they love 'em, well I got 'em, uh
No matter where you go you gotta
ass raised up, like Dr. Dre six four
Hey, come up in my hood, bet them bitches know Tip
If you tell 'em you wit' him, all them bitches gon' strip
If
three Benz
I'm sittin' on those dubs twins
I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures
bitch that's foreign
Fuck my other bitch she borin'
My gold twenty- four karats
If it ain't a nigga won't wear it
Tell her roll your own weed I ain't
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