Lyrics:
Bringing back the dirty south
Got these goals up in my mouth(Ice,Ice,Ice)
My girls so hoodddd
Do you know what I'm talking bout?
Long nails like
me out it Ma Dear
Try have her number by the end of the year
Then she called me over and
Said this in my ear
Wake up, this time she had awoke me, yeah
dribble out of bounds wit' it
Behind the back to Nas he alley oop to Jigga nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: The Game]
Check it, Me and Nasty puffin it's
Winner Ron, rubberband bringing
Bread Winner Films, Imma shoot ya
Shot by Spencer on the roof
AMG, big body coupe
Passing through the ghetto, they
hands on
You could go far by working yo ass off
Make a plan that you stand on
We running it up and we never look back, but we will leave tracks
We running
it, skilling MCs
Producers, plus we are living MCs
Bare vibes we have given MCs
I was there back in the day when it was garage
And them man said
right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get
Came along-way from them dirty ass partments
Used to run with niggas, but they got no logic
These niggas not my lil brother, need to stop it (They just
at the door by my government name
I made a promise, I'm never gon' change
Rolls-Royce umbrella, I'm hopin' it rain, yeah
Right back on it, designer my
do it all by myself
Bringing the packs in, bro got a Mac-10, cuzzo been stealing shit off of the shelf
I can get lyrical, we can get spiritual, I got
I can put on his head
Bullets enters his body by H, yeah
Headshot out thе gate, yeah
Give two hundrеd to get out the way, yeah
Told that lil bitch
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
me
From myself
Drown me
Make it end
Hold my breath
I won't haunt you
Set ablaze
The memories, they turn to ash
One by one
Nourish the flame
One last
I'm hittin' fences
Cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
block, I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a ki
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop
to coming back home
I'm so tired of being all alone
Got to find you
Back to reality, back to you and me
On my way back to the start, you'll see
Yes, its
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
see-Murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching
the law
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everything to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So
' cheddar, nigga (lil' bit)
Gotit gon' get 'em a load (go get it)
Zip it, hush, no tellin', nigga (zip it)
Or you gon' get hushed by the pole (shh)
You
cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cause
learned it early just how cold a chick can be
And it's so drastic it's bringing these tears to my eyes
Yes it's so drastic having no one to despise.
Well
it, likyeah
Can't say what xans did
But we pull up, we doin' that damage, like yeah
I don't take back none the shit I said to you, lil' bitch
I don't
in this bitch yeah I’m bringing that bitch back
Money is calling (ring, ring)
Calling my team
What are you talking, I don’t hear a thing
Wire lil nigga
never got back
You know we itching to catch us a hat, like
Don't run 'cause now you're just making it difficult, I ain't gon' cap
I been in the stu' too
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