Lyrics:
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
shit
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
on switches,
Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches
Niggaz out that swamp, should I say new orleans?
Richmond, california, imported me some dank weed
disappointed
We've met before, don't be disappointed
Keep, don't keep me
It's the new past
It's the new past
Holding you is like the new past
Holding you
to survive
all the dirty things that I did in my life
I can walk by I can try to crawl by I can run
but I cannot hide from my piece of mind
I hit him clean in
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
the meanest thing you ever seen
Measured by the Heaven's kings down to the Devil's mezzanine
I've never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads
I'm glad I weren't no pioneer
Ridin' in a wagon 'cross, The Great Frontier
I'm playin' by candlelight, power's out here
And I can't watch T.V.
I
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
turning back now this shit on smash
Influenced by the reefer but
I'm still positively speaking
Heading down to New Orleans fuck
With Spitta for a weekend
Monique
And Shaneeda, (She need a new hairdo?) We both laughed
How you long you gonna be home? I gotta take a bath
So I gave her two hours then I called
(Shoutout 808 Melo)
We goin' to New York on this
Go (4PF)
I made six hunnid on Rece, y'all could blame the epidemic
I spent five thousand
I'm on yo mind, oh yeah
One time
Two time
Baby girl come get in my ride
Lemme show you some new things
I can be ya boo thing
Yea if that's alright, oh
gather our green, so we can dine and shit
Feed our family by all means, you know that kinda shit
It’s one thing to dream, but it’s another thing to man up
I just woke up a new guy
Kickin' out bitches like bye
Tell that nigga to buy
If he ain't have money then bye
He tried to buy with a five
What? How?
approaching the 18?
th tee off with an insomauntible 8th stroke lead.
The Champion: Well let?s wrap this thing up
Donald: The gallery lets the champion know
drown
Ballin' out number 1
With assist now
Big hits, mo' rich
New car, new bitch
I'm a hot boy, free B.G
Free the Carter V, let your streets eat
Deadliest school shooting since Sandy Hook
On Valentine's Day yesterday in Florida, it tore legs
It's 5:30 AM, the news has been on since I've been
stashed up in the intertube (hunnid thou')
Got my bitches in the kitchen whippin' up a new (oh)
Need the whole thing when I'm buyin' 'em (need them
clowns
By the way, who the hell is that
That is Mr. Marcia, our explosive
Ordnance expert. If it can be Blown up, he can do it
Damn straight and your new
Brooklyn niggas comin through these streets
Connect it with 5 boroughs and the shit gets deep
Open your eyes, hoping that these people get by
Real recognize
praise Him
Vegas I be mandalay'in
Bad bitch condom tastin, 4
5 compilation, never give em conversation
Never give 'em my safe's combination
While I'm
something sweet
Convo deep like the Ocean a hundred feet
So hurry up and leave ya 9-5
I've been sitting by the fireside
Breath taking baby my oh my
Keep you
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