Lyrics:
a root canal and later
We all tranquilized nigga think about it
These flags don't mean you gangsta
Red, blue, cop, op same damn thing
Optimistic or maybe
beat
See this where the hip hoppers and the thugs meat
For you to drop a dope 16 joints
I'd have to lower my IQ a whole 15 points
I'm a Prozac gangsta, I
bird fool
You'll get attacked by me and Lolo
I'm never solo
Straight out the 619
Come represent my cholos
[Chorus]
I'm goin syko mothafuckas I lost my
Cause a nigga been drinkin that muthafuckin XO
Haha!
I guess they really didn't care how famous he is
Cause every time I hit the mic I kick gangsta
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
stayed
Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, give him
I start out just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out.
I'm more gangsta then your but I ain't about to row out.
My season will come it has to,
See, I ain't never had shit
But my strife and my game and my life
And all thems is just hand-downs from my granddaddy
Limpin', the closest black
(Chorus, Do Thangs)
Crestside, It's tha Triple see
Crestside, It's poppin' in tha Crestside
Crestside, Livin' that pimp life
Tryin' to get a pimp
the trigga on the nigga there's no need to stall
So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet nigga
Shoestring won't buy it, nigga, so don't you
Leatherface The Sawed Off Gangsta
Second, Layzie Bone AKA the Number One Assassin
Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace
Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
let's walk by heaven (yeah)
Percocet and the Addy (yeah)
Misery loves company, my old ho sent the addy (do that)
Crushed diamond emeralds on me, I
sellin' rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, myself, and Gotti & Pop was on my hit
[Gotti]
yeah, and I'm a Gangsta, Smoka, Toasta
me
I don't say I'm lucky
I jus say don't trust me
I'm all by myself
And I dare yall to rush me
The car smell like weed
And I can't find the spray
Put
a nigga lean back
Fa sho I'm a hundred
I keep it gutter grimey gangsta
And money after cash
I blast on all prankstas
Give it to 'em raw, come real is all I
Ever Been There But I Dreamt A Lot About
The Dirty Gangsta From New York City
Stops By Fidel Smokin’ Some Shit
They Got A Deal About Bullshit
way out
This life is a cul-de-sac
No surrenders, wish I was born earlier
Put me in the golden era where I can flourish
Mе and adversity cruise togethеr
it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh
Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes
Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages
From collabos, ghost writin' for assholes
Kool G. Rap! Kool G. Rap!
Kool G. Rap! Kool G. Rap!
Kool G. Rap! Kool G. Rap!
Kool G. Rap! Kool G. Rap!
I spit a lot of gangsta shit, but, you
in some poppin shit
My dog on 100 and he be on some poppin it
Take my pockets by eating my Broccoli
I want the green like the gobling
I got the money I
mean, oriental poison
Oriental poison
Hey ma (what's up?) I'm yo gangsta kid
No GT, money, but a platinum hit
I wait for a exclusive major deal
Tell our self we'll fallback as soon as that money stop (oh!)
Yet heat still on ya what (and)
Dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by
Black flood, feel me
Yeah, slice (slice)
Bonzi J. Wells, Kurupt Young Gotti, nigga
Feel me, real talk, gangsta
My life, my family, they hate me
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