Lyrics:
these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay
go the juice, yea, a nigga got them the jams
Christo to the Amp, I just wanna get the bands
Tynna get a hunnid grand, times that by ten
Wait, hol' up,
dollars ( no dollars )
Nohustle than why bother? Huh?
Chorus 2x's
[Chorus: x 4]
Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
Tic-toc around the clock, for the rock ya come see me
Just knock at the door I'll grant
verses 9
Through 10 11 I ain't learn the lesson yet so I'm
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still
mi cash euro dollar (skrr)
Tolik měst, tolik hoes, Yzo se nikdy nezaprodal
Já jsem baller, jsem balla', chci míče jak fotbal
Dej molly, pij do dna, ten
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Limit soldier
So I get my strength through my duties
Bout to make em scream 'MISTER'
Like the movie (na na na na na)
[Chorus x2]
[Mia X:]
You
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll
by 10 years.
Rather be the reason that you cry before I shed tears.
Rather be the reason that you die before I die here.
Eww , Eww.
Really don't
the crash
It's like I'm trudging through a maze tryna find my way
The North star is MIA plus my compass is fake
L followed by the O-S-T
L followed by
[Chorus x2]
You throw Rose by the case [?]
Three hundred dollar jewellery [?] we [?] by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's
I'm chargin' 16 fever, 16 fever
Nigga, my price cheaper,16 fever
16 fever coke-I-ina
X pills, bubble kush, mid grade reefa
Hoes ridin' vics dog but
brick x brick
Brick number Four
Talking birds on steroids
Popeyes gross
Godfather flow
Glock by the flow
Prada by the toe
Socks gotta go
Mirror mirror
[Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
can tell by the way that I vibe
00:24.91Its Nothing better than a good day X3
00:33.30You could never bring me down no way
00:37.10Waking up
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
I rap bout big body SRT, cause i'm gon whip that shit (i'll whip that bitch, yeah)
Big boy 5.56 stay by my hip, no fear of rippin shit (i'm not
to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up?
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-gi-zee
D-O-double-gi-zee, D-O-double-gi-zee!
Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
bout to faint
So baby
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum
name
800 dollar denim what I put on my waist
With a ten inch dick ask how much she can take
(Yo bitch wanna fuck)
I'm tryna make 10 bands do gymnastics
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