Lyrics:
outside til like four in the mornin
Niggas with the toast so when the gang get too close
Naw a gang don't play by the rules and they up they demands
to Raleigh
Ain't nothin' but bad bitches round' me
I been chasing that bag like a fuckin' fiend
And I know my name ain't Kim but I made it possible
I'm
officer that go by the book
They'll plant dope on ya, go to court on ya
Give ya 99 years and slam the door on ya
Angola, the free man bout it, he don't play
nigga, here we
Here we go
Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhеre niggas hard
Left on Vernon by my auntiе's front yard
No disrespect or disregard
Shout out
off 4'000 other niggers
Since 1975
Yeah, that's how many of us died
And these peckerwoods ain't frontin
Cause they know that we're killin each other
smidigt
Up in this, puffar spliff, checka Näääken och Snoop
Och folk har väntat länge nog, now I'm back in the booth, ooh
Go for the win, de bara lägga
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
in the game, I feel like Kobe
Gun got a long nose on it, it's a no-go
Got four fast, need change, lil' homie
If I'm a heavyweight, then my bitch gotta
at all of this money on me (woo)
Look at all of these twenties on me
Dirty cash (FOREVEROLLING)
Three or four awards, thirty-four stores (yeah) (woo)
it's gettin' scary
All these bitches fuckin' whoever, who gettin' married?
I ain't tryna go back to nothin', I'm tryna have shit
I be quick to pick up
out here gettin' rich
You ain't the only one that got young niggas
You can go pay to do dumb shit, Toni
Hold up (hold up, rollup, brrap)
Tell 'em
of anyhow
Ain't no reason?
You should care
There's a P.O. box and 4-way stop
And farms and fields and cows and
We're just waiting for a car to drive by
got it, I'ma roll it by you every time
We ridin' on twenty four's, red carpet every show
But there ain't nothin' that gets me goin' like the way
hot like Amazon-a
Say do you wanna tame me
Playboy from California
Uh
One by one
And four by four
I keep the boys in the club singing
Gimme More
I hit
Bitch it's a stick up
I want the jewelry, I want the wallet, give them chips up
Get on the floor, hand on the four, nobody get up (nobody move)
Keep it
my mark on the Earth
Takin' my drugs in doses
My bitch by the pack
Came from the, came from the mud
First to put the hood on the jet
First to put
a 4 chrome that nigga ain't
Dumpin' on nothin'
Must be runnin', and duckin' and dodgin' in buckets
Then shittin' up in yo mutha fuckin' drawls
the projects tremblin'
Ya know nothin' about lettin' a few strays go off
Ya only reach for your hip when your two ways go off
Shots'll fly by your head
Your
Thirty clip hangin' low like my thang (grrah, bah)
Been sippin' drank so my voice a lil' strained
Okay cool, bitch, go get hit by a train (bitch, get
know that I ride with the four. I
Go. Na, n***a you know.
N****s who wit’ me, they’ ready for war. They go. Yea. They’ trained to go.
If you don’t know,
smoke by the o
Smoked all that gas, I'm so high i might float
I'ma go get in my bag, do a show
All of my bros keep a stack, that's for sure
Watch my bro,
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
officer that go by the book
They'll plant dope on ya, go to court on ya
Give ya 99 years and slam the door on ya
Angola, the free man bout it, he don't play
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