Lyrics:
with a thug, baby this is what it feel like
You livin' what I'm spittin' baby, real life
Lay it down hard, real hard like a steel pipe
And I swear
Wildin' like bogies off Actavis
Banned, stuffin' the duffel with bands
Holdin' the dog
It get snatched out your hands
Say say, spray K, K Nay lay lay
Every
the homies in the hood that I can flow
With the Underground, with the P-funk in the sound
And if it ain't gots the P it ain't down
I'm like Al Capone
with the d.a.
Don't be ridin' with no niggas
Who ain't sure if he gon' get down
Cause it only take a split second
To get ya buck buck and lay down
Or Osama bombin' shit
We slay niggaz wit K's, we the drama men
Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy)
You rather slide down the razor blade
(Nothing at all)
March like a motherfuckin' band with that K, uh (bah)
If you stand on shit, that's where you gon' lay (lay)
Live that way, gon'
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
flame niggas, I bang niggas
I was only eighteen when I was pimpin'
Set that bitch down right by Disney Land
I'd rather give you my bitch
Than to let
bring me home to my land of liberty
lay me down in this land i love
(chorus)
so if i fall on this day
don't be wond'ring if there could have been
[Featuring Westside Connection]
West syy eed
Huh niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at
I been down South countin my
deceased mother (Moment of silence)
Lay down a rose for me, would you?
Light up a candle for me, could you?
For George Floyd and all five of his children
I
Lyrics by：Golden Landis Von Jones
Composed by：Golden Landis Von Jones/Omer Fedi/Diamond Pistols
Associated Performer：24kGoldn/Lay Zhang
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
Lyrics by：Golden Landis Von Jones
Composed by：Golden Landis Von Jones/Omer Fedi/Diamond Pistols
Associated Performer：24kGoldn/Lay Zhang
a slice of bread
I keep my word and I'm true to my peeps
Give me a bird and my crew gon' eat
I'm over the stove like +Cuban Links+
Breakin' down +Cash
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
a chair, I can't stand niggas
We do walk-by's and hop outs
Got slidin' doors on that van nigga
Running niggas down back and forth
I'm like pass the torch
chase money now
P's is the only time we running down
I been runnin runnin runnin runnin runnin round
why you giving me the runaround
Don't chase no
said oh well f**k it
Them n****s p***y anyway they wouldn't kick a puppy
My girlfriend spazzing oh well f**k it
Cause real talk I know her a** tripping
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
you
I slow you down take your Rolex with the bezel too
The B.G. a HB off VL
Tips on the creek rang choppers like a church bell
I armed nigga
block
And hop out with them poles
Everybody fall when a nigga hear that K sound
Bitch, don't move
The fuck nigga? it's a shake down
38 baby, nigga know we
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
on the dash been switchin these lanes, been losin my mind over you
Been rollin around wit these k rounds
Pullin up straight to the fuck nigga make him lay down
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