Lyrics:
life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2x
All kinds of cars
Neighborhood superstar
Feared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
Neighborhood superstar
Know what I'm saying, Big Haystak
Street Flavor Records, bitch, represent
I remember when I was young
All my people told me I could
Be anything I
20 Gs worth of see notes
Nigga I sold dope all my life
Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night
I guess 'cause I'm rich
These hoes say I'm
la, la, la, la, la
You know I pull up on the scene all late twenty-eight
Big place, two dates, leasin' car rates; yes, they gon' shake
Juicy like
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the 90's again
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the 90's again
White lies, rich guys, hoarding a big prize
Reluctant
With my shooters I got them on lock
I-I took the big body off of the lot
My lil brother told me don't stop, he told me keep going
He said I'm
Believe me,don't test
Putting my head out the box
I'm 20
I'm trying get rich
I do it big
Came up with this
Writing my song's
Drinking some water
I ain't got
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
drive by
The helicopters, they fly over, I wave "hi"
The men in red throw gang
Signs when I skate by
I walk the line between South
Central and Van Nuys
I'm in the lane And my eyes low from dat mary jane
Made a left at the light nigga
I'm on concord big havin thang
Doing 20 in a 35 oh I'm driving slow In
Hold on fuck they talking bout
Imma real rich nigga
Instead of getting all in your feelings
You can get rich with him
Im five foot eight but still
no lie, and you know this (ballin')
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
Ya boy gettin' paper (money), I buy big cars (foreign)
Eight fly rides
twenty bucks
God nailed my pride to a crucifix
Thats why I'd rather be humbled poor than troubled rich
I used to get so pummeled and crumble
Under pressure
cloverland that's all I know
And big head dollars that's all I hold
Big body on brauders that's all I know
20 inch rims is all I roll
And my watch too
profit, gettin' rich
Used to it, so really you are not surprised as shit
I was raised different, live by a set of rules
I'm a boss, shit don't move, it
From the 964 where its war
Where the police knock down your doors
Where the difficulty is always hardcore
Where everybody rich but they poor
You
with that Big Bad Wolf
In Granny’s jumpers
I might
Nah
I only blow gas
But you can blow me all night while I sit back on my ass
Drop that roof
Drop
broke in a minute
Bitch i’ve been getting big digits
Made it by my own fuck the mother fucking critics
You know that greatness yeah you just witness
This
Oh, oh
Yeah
Put it all in my face, Throw it all in this club (club)
Put it all in my face, ima finna throw me some ones (ones)
If I feel rich, imma
rich
It's niggas like you Ima hide in the ditch
Yeah I'm outside when it's cold
Ain't bin in my bed since 20 years old
You niggas go do what you told
roll with niggas, that tote big chrome,
Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes,
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures,
The law bitchin', I'm catchin'
argue
Wit a crazy mi mi mi mi mind
You ought-a know by now
Is that all you get for your money?)
Big jewels and they iced out
Nice trucks Big rims piped
wit me (ain't fuckin' wit me).
That's what I be (that's what I be); big dope celebrity.
[Verse 1: Frank Calhoune]
North 20-Nameth Street; I been
Drinking margaritas no sirens
With my brothers and my main bitch
Stay with the same cliq
We never had no problems if any we dangerous
Shooters by my side so
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