Lyrics:
monologue
In star poetic inserts and yes y'all s
My speech is like holding two glocks apiece
The outreach that rock police
The super adventure men portend
yourself with outs..
Stick to ya guns, stick to ya plans
Stick and hit when ya land, witcha fist and hit a man (boink)
The name of my crew; Dilated Expand
Grabbed his iron, it was time to ride for
Multiple homicides, taking lives for
He's dead and gone, the next man's deep inside
Check one-two, I
navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything
your sacks?"
it's only one got two packs a case of static where niggas got ya back
some real ass homies you can roll with
so when the phony ones come
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
Boy, we gettin' ready to get funkier than a sack 'o grandaddies
1,2,1,2,3
roll it ((gett off))
{gangster} ((gett off))
(gangster) ((gett
watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody
give me a suu
Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in
All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin
Here we go, yo, ya
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
YA'LL 飛葉絶唱猿炎上で殺生
ILLMATIC BUDDHA STYLE
また軍事 STYLE
ぶったぎる通り魔 STYLE
しらみつぶしにカードを抜き
根こそぎ MIC'S 寝首をかく
MICROPHONE CHECK 1.2
IT'S DA 大神 CREW
月見りゃつい吠えていまう
MIR, DJ
nothing
Now I live at the hills
Niggas mad when I'm spittin da truth
Blame da drugs
When I hop in da booth
I put it on God
Nobody touching my crew
We ain't
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
got this shit by myself never needed no startup
Lil dude is you tripping relax (relax)
I do this shit by myself bitch I don't need a feature
Ya bitch
fresh
(Gear) always dipped (honey) always bangin'
(You hot?) Always, my niggy nuts always hangin'
Hold it down, rocks by the pound
The new 2002
ain't tight (uh huh...thas right)
So quit runnin' around here b*tchin'
And tightin' up ya game
[Baby]
Yeah Okay (okay) Kells Stunna Ghetto
diamonds on my crown
And diamonds on my ring
The cross wont mean a thing
Cause he got up out of that grave
But til that day I wont delay to live by faith
of Atlanta, Georgia
The 2 Live State, Miami, Florida
Ya don't want to mess with Texas
Buffalo, Memphis or Kansas
Boyance can be found in Alabama
New
with you
I just wanna chill with you
Catch a vibe and do what we do
All I wanted was attention, Baby
Been ya freak in the sheets on the daily
But you
nigga
You judged by the circle you choose to fill my nigga
Thats why I built places out of my lyrics thats where I live my nigga
Never ever had to fear
with
Me, the crew or none of my peoples who I grew up with
Me and my niggas we go back like triggers
Since real we deal with actual facts and figures
thing with your crew
Bring 'em a dream,
By any means
Cause we some thugs
Show some luv
I'm takin bout globe
To globe
Ya'll know they coast
To coast
We
the Mexicans and the Koreans do
Ain't nobody from outside bringing down the property value
It's these folk!
Shooting each other and selling that crack rock
bitches tryna ride with the crew
It fit two
I need two
One on my lap and the other on the roof
Feel like Sosa, Chief Keef, I pulled up with that zoo
Feel
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