Lyrics:
getting slapped
I get a couple ki's turned them into crack
And listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks (99)
So if you need word then
a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
wishin' we could bring them
Back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit
Da old time clique
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death
Not our lives we risk
We got one more song
I wanna thank you all for sharing this very special moment with us
Remember to dream big, anything is possible
I'm Brian O'Shea
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the way to go get it
Fuckin' my bitch, my strap in her kidney
All of my shootas, they holdin' 550
I'm ready for war, nigga what's
the drive-by complete (*Gun Shot*)
I know you've been told, we got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
The drive-by complete (Gun Shot)
I know you've been told
We got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'
And break it on down just a little once again
Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice
speak in a moment
It's been a minute, I was feedin' the homie
(Where the hell you been then, little bruh?)
Holdin' it down, keep my niggas afloat
(Oh,
when they up in their pajamas
Got big dollars,
My bitch need Prada
We be countin' commas with the plug from the product
This shit be poppin', this shit
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggas carry chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the corners that we fight for
climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
This kid here all about stackin' up
Talk big here but we can back it up
Long 'cause everybody get crunk
When it drop and the club starts acting up
I
"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about college or what you read in
This kid here all about stackin' up
Talk big here but we can back it up
Long 'cause everybody get crunk
When it drop and the club starts acting up
I
So when I fly, you fly, we fly together
(yeah) and when I shine, you
Shine, we shine forever, baby
(Uh, huh)
So when I fly, you fly, we fly together
This beat slap, I'm holdin' the Bible, I don't got no gat
Broke out the asylum, I'm free, that's a fact
We offa the map, devil dark like a bat
He
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably delf, 'cause we all way
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
with the sweeper
Cause I'm my brothers keeper
The Grim Reaper holdin' with nothin' but big batters
And big heaters
Blow ya three times leave a mark like
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