Lyrics:
the socks, it be hoes in the block
Backyards be money
I got to come through with loads of the rocks or the bricks
Back to days when I wasn't movin' bricks
But
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
In a back-street club in town he goes to taste desire
Waiting for the meat, the lust burns in him like fire
Flames flicker in those empty eyes
be callin' code read like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to you can get cha back blown
'Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back
hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and Osgood shoes/ that's
Option the spring cleaner popular being seen
Talking candy I was thinking
Of aquamarine green serve by the empties
Throw it out tha window
I got work
can't call us savages when you strangle us
Hit us in the back with clubs aiming at our backs with guns like we're dangerous
With my hands ya'll can't
will be mine
Surrounded by pine
Smoking the trees with the homie Don Pease
Exhale with ease
Damn what a tease
Back to reality
You don't want to battle
i'm by your side
Remember back in the day when you had my back all the way
Back when i had no place to stay and my steps were going astray
I had
slide in a bad bitch
Mesmerized by a bad bitch
Get high with a bad bitch yea
He wanna slide in a bad bitch
Hope she ain't catfish
Might be a hoe but
when I spit them bars
Seventeen years when they locked his bars
Nino sold ram a pound of craw
Alfie.S never let me down
Bun it, pass it
Hit by a corn
I'm the one who told Kyron you was there
I was hoping that he will kill you
Six months ago a girl died outside a club, she was shot in the back
She
it
Haters wanna be, but can't be it Legit, only club now, I mean it, now
She look mean in the jeans, make a nigga wanna see
Let me see you back it up,
(uah, uah, uah, uah, uah)
Ora che ho cash, spendere cash mi sollecita
Se mando un mex alla mia ex, si eccita
Ti chiedi com'è che sono su, domanda
We was in the back of the joint, cooling out
And I saw this girl, asked her if she like it like that
Nod her head, yes, therefore I didn't stress
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
feels like everytime I fucking do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by, and we only spoke twice
I'm sitting in your
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
good old bug
We do a house party, what the fuck is a club
And S.A. they sold most of the drugs
Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money,
Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love
We was in the back of the joint, cooling out
And I saw this girl, asked her if she like it like that
Nod her head, yes, therefore I didn't stress
on and gimme some head
[Chorus: x2]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters
spending them
Got hoes dragging balls like Goku
Your new bitch, my old news
Body made wrong, crash dummy Bimmer back
FEMA in the club
I think I just brought
Meanwhile I'm shakin' makin' 'em sing sing
With the bang with the bomb, with the bomb
I'm all up in the club
Fresh em off the trout
Snatching up town
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