Lyrics:
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop {*hydraulic sound*} pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party,
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
tell 'em, manifest this
Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
Yo I'm Elvis with the words of wisdom
This time there was three
One,
the finger
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggas need
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
[Talib Kweli]
Yo you sent out the signal right?
And this is what happened
The voice of Hip Hop got heard
Never comprimised this is how we put it down
Look, yo, look
They skipped your freestyle
And heard mine instead
All your tunes get skipped
First slice of bread
Why you lying to these youts
They
bitch
Pull up on party tip
I said I'm finna fuck yo bih
I bark up like an ostrich
I beat the booty with a stick
I tried to lick the Gotti whip
But
need nobody
Bitch My drip gambino yeah my flow gotti
Real ass gangster police can't stop me
If Im in yo hood then your bitch gon top me
Aye nigga don't
gotta turn these Boys II Men
Naughty By Nature, cause by nature I'm naughty
Fool, you better ask somebody
Yeah
Yo-Yo, 199-Trey
Givin' a knock-out
makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm
I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look
Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo
me brain
Til ain't no knowledge
Swap the brown for the chriss
Ain't have no guidance
Now I got the big head like I'm Yo Gotti
Watch she pop on the dick
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
seat big body whip
I know n****s wanna copy this
You rent ain't buy that whip
In the party get acknowledgement
You stand right by the vip
Give me yo soul
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt-skrrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrrt)
QC murder ain't no Gotti (QC)
Shh, don't tell nobody (ayy)
We ain't tryna rob, that's just
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
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