Lyrics:
on Gangland (damn)
You either on parole or probation
The DA gonna send you on vacation (yeah)
Turn the water back on with some grip pliers
All the telephone
D.A. got that dope
Ay, yeah
Tell your friend she invited (invited)
And I know she gon' like it (like it)
Pull up to the gate, it's private
Why call me back to the game so quick I'm known for making that flame spit
Niggas be saying they're different but keep on kicking the same shit
Want
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
at night
(Man it's dark outside)
Frightened as hell man, I can tell
If lighting strikes, You cover fear
Just holding tight to me, my dear
We gonna wait until
ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da
They're pretendin', while I'm extendin'
You bite like a parasite, ecstatic when you attack
But you won't strike, 'cause you ain't no match
You need more
the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie
Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews
Like Bill
out, we some head bussas
I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike
(Wha wha) and I'm ready to fight
Takin' out my steel killin' every punk nigga in site
We
of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and ends with
It's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's non-existent
Robin
I'm livin' large as possible, posse unstoppable
Style topical, it's vividly optical
Listen, you'll see 'em sometimes I'll be 'em
Cops, critics
ever wanted
Lift you from the shadows while you shine
I'll strike the match, you start the fire
You can be the river
Running through the canyon
cnd
Yeah G nineteen on my lap ya RG
Ya ya G nineteen in my bag yeah woah
Walked in with da pack woah
I said walked in wit da pack ah
G nineteen on my lap
Chorus]
We some headbussas
We some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out
We some headbussas
I made up my mind that imma strike and i'm ready to fight
idiot shush
Bless by god man reverse that juj
Better than me man's be smoking buj
I’m doing things you only dream you could
Everyone’s done I only fight
of defeat by predeterminin the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one
I heard my words shall be bombed, regardless to anything
the ones
Who'd steal your dreams
They're cowards all
And soon they'll see
Just strike the match
And let it burn
They'll fade to ash
And our fate will turn
the ones
Who'd steal your dreams
They're cowards all
And soon they'll see
Just strike the match
And let it burn
They'll fade to ash
And our fate will turn
the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in the wall
(Some bitches in the back and a pocket full of scratch
take a match and spark up a little bud
Provide the gas, the water, match to strike like counter
Tea night's got me on my edge, got me on the edge, better kill your edge
Pinheiro flagged up for
loc'd up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on count
This time he
Summer right around the corner
Js on my feet, dat match da bimmer
Nigga quit askin if i seen her
Im tryna eat but nah bitch
Calm dat ass right now Bitch
thang, wrong lane, Butter told me be great, remember hunching by da lake
•a move right quick-you inmyway, moveto daside let me demonstrate, I hope this
slow
Let me see it though, let me see it though
Yeah I'm talkin' bendin' over, girl touch your toes
Now strike a pose, then drop it low
I'm in the strip
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