Lyrics:
yall to speak
Im in my bag i keep it locked up yeah thats me
They hate the way i do it so damn easly
1.2.3
1.2.3
1.2.1.2
1.2.3
1.2.3
God damn i do
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
many fly colors on the hoe toes
God dammit, motherfucker ruling whole planet
Gimme' two times, cut no shit, nah, fuck it
I'm coming through kicked
cool with
Prodigy up in the cut and I'm leaving out blood holly shit
Most of you niggas is stupid u cannot cope with this shit its useless
Shoot if you
robbery
It go one two three red light green light
Passenger seat you die comfortably
Lungs on e yea I quit the loud but it's coolie if you wanna scroll one
you gon get it how you live cuz..
[Hook 2: Nelly]
This goes out to my West Coast crew
Now hold ya Dub up in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all
discriminate, beat dudes black and blue
Snack on crews like they food, takin' space up on my dinner plate
Dependin' on my mental state, the mood that I'm in'll
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
niggas
You came too deep, one fell niggas
I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
Chorus 2x's
Verse
[Snoop Dogg]
Four tires, dayton wires
We got that kind of shit to keep the Ward on fire
We blow trees, count G's, so get it how you live
From
don't have no time
For you
My crew
Stay grinding
We trying get the bigger
Bag
No class
She don't have no class
Judge a book
By It's cover
Nah
Now that's
Help me get it down and we can split 100%
Run a rapper through a maze like an experiment
Word up, you know the legendary Roots crew, yo
You don't
Hey yo turn me up in my headphones man
I want this shit motherfuckin' blarin'
It ain't loud enough man
Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm goin' play
fell niggas
I'm layin' in the cut but
Still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus: x2]
Peep the kid from
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
[Chorus 2x]
[Beanie Seigel]
Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them
on The Shore by yourself cats'd (would) say "up your hat"
What you could you'd make of it, if you was a gump they'd take your shit
Either fight or break for
my shoes and I Louis my sweater
Flexin' my crew, we did it, we better
Do what I want, whenever
Two door coupe and I'm buying whatever
Gucci my shoes
metabolism
I think the beat is dope, but it's still your decision
Whether to turn it on, turn it off
Turn it up, make it loud, make it soft
Eq me with new
(Hello?)
Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill!
(Har what the fuck?)
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
These victims
of Burbank, Illinois, please call us immediately
Uh, bitch, I'm with the crew
Bitch, I'm with the crew
Acting goofy off the juice, now we only seeing twos
I'm sayin, outta here
Ay but it's going down cuz it's '94 you
Know by 2000 niggas gon' get fed up
(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)
(Amerikka Eatz Itz Young)
walkin' at nighttime
Straight to the dome, it's like a pipe-line
High speed, stronger than Thai-Weed
And before you pick up the mic to get fly
You need
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned
"but it's a herut-likwit crew connection"(sample) 2x
[defari]
Don't regret it, you had your chance and couldn't set it
You hear me rhyme and try
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