Lyrics:
On video to six foot shorty too my nigga
and yeah we headed up town nigga
blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
and yeah ridin big is my crown
back, yeah
I'm in my prime, niggas falling back (okay)
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
Feel me
And that's just what it is, nigga
L.A. cool breeze
I’m in Beverly Hills
I just rode past a house
That cost like seventy mill
Put the top back an hit
Rodeo Drive
Fill my trunk with
(yeah)
And you can tell by the way I dress, Louis V my garments (Louis V my garments)
So much fly shit I can take you shoppin' in my closet (closet,
be no show
And if that was really so, then life would really blow
To the firm, you always got my back
Korn for the love and the swappin'
Where I ran off 'cause I got mad
And I came to blows with my old man
Where I came back to settle down
This is where they'll put me in the ground
This
to no one’s company.
And baby, just like tumbleweed,
My heart’s desire blew away with the summer breeze.
Blow away, blow away,
Blow away, blow
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not
heroes, who came from zero
Makin' something out of nothing, call me Gilbert Arenas
Now I'm fuckin' with divas that rock the stadiums
Blow my brains back
back, yeah
I'm in my prime, niggas falling back (okay)
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
Feel me
And that's just what it is, nigga
my heart beat
You've got me knocked out
Baby there's no doubt
You swept me off my feet
I walked your way hoping that
Maybe you noticed
I don't
and get zoned
And I remember back in the day
Before I thought about gettin' paid
The ladies ain't wan' give me no play
The haters ain't have nothin'
of this course, blow me
Bitch, I do this all for the sport only
But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards, homie
And the balls in my court and it's
Yeah, they say he (down, but not out)
'Cause I'm back on my grind
Money back on my mind
Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine
I treat bitches
be yours
And I am trying everything in my power
To never, ever say, "Please come back to me"
But I got to say
The crazy part was that he just
your referee
Later on tonight I'll let you blow my whistle too
Cast your vote on me, save that seat for me
Just place your bets on me, stop gettin'
get back skillz, my get back skillz.
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
But I'm about my cash,
But if an,
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me
(ow), digging your hoes back (bitch)
Quick if I blow back, I (yeah), got it, gone, Rabbit (oh)
Fast, my daddy Rabbit's at home, what up, pa? (what up?)
to make the deals to make the dollars
And I smoke to that
Reachin' in my Louis bag
Tryna find that King Louis stash
Yeah, I'm 'bout to do 'em bad
Baby
him to do it, thas my nigga loco motive
And he don't even noe his name
But he'll ride up cocked
And blow his brain, all over his louis lane
Don't
be no show
And if that was really so, then life would really blow
To the firm, you always got my back
Korn for the love and the swappin'
all over the blimps
Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From ? and prima, loads of women rockin' linen
I got a plan to blow
This liquor, nine months ago swear I'd make better decisions
I would drink by the liter of kittens, my liver bleeds while
I'm checking out instead
Yeah
I feel the rain comin down on me nigga, heh
When the sun gon' shine?
My lord, somebody help us all, heheh
I think the reign is colling
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