Lyrics:
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this b****, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
Follow me
Cause I know the ride
And I will show u right
Stayin on my mission, keepin it focused, u gotsta play by the rules
That's why my game paid
Riding wit some thugs outside
Put lil man on pause outside
Anyway you want it
Tryna live it large I try
Remember all my dawgs that died
Spill a lil
RITA ELLERBY
V1 8
Rita Ellerby on her way to grade school ,
Passing by jits rocking 2 live crew,
Rita Ellerby on her way back home,
OG'S under trees
back ass out bringing you your hat
Flat broke, talking about fuck that nigga S-P-I
But you can't go one on one Spice 1 because I'm born to die
I gets
of getting struck by lightning twice
I'm in a cinnamon-colored vintage smoking spice
Cop a low price (I know people)
Pop wheelies on motorbikes
And get
like yo' shit don't stink?
Check out my diamonds, bitch
Everyone gonna blink this be a thug thang
Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherfucker
fronted and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Beat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my
.5)
Yo it's the way of the world right
And can't nobody change the way that nigga Williams does his thang
You see I done stomped on 37 beats
And I
will get plugged
'cause I'm a gangsta out that Val.
Again a true fuckin'' thug
Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off
""If You Only Knew"" by Fat Pat Lyrics
[Chorus:]
If you only knew (if you only knew) how I wanna be down with you how I want to be down with you
to the LOX and Beanie,
While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Grindin' hard, paper stackin' tryna follow the plan
Pullin', gloss and steams chasin' million dollar dreams
Livin' the thug life I get it by any means
Evil lurks in the mind of mad men
I have to call Spice 1 to put in work
Yeah straight motherfuckin East Bay killa in the house
Spice
See my mommy and daddy made love
And they fucked around and made a thug
And ain't nobody ever show me love
All of my life wanted to be the plug
I
bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
[Young Jeezy]
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect
Buckin' like it's the thang to bust
When I looked at my nigga fucked up
I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us
Niggas do hate like
it i'm the blood boss nigga
All the Bloods in the hood on the block, they love me
All the Crips on the block in the hood, they love me
All them thug
clientele but I will prevail
by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be
on the pillow, say a prayer one love
To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned
Help you make it through
did a thang
But God chose and put me in a Rolls and
Keeps my wrists frozen, never brown nosin'
Like an explosion, I'm causin' commotion
Spit
Rocket rocket
We gone reach the top
Revive the game one time for the block
Laying roadblocks cause they want me to stop
They hate that God chose uh thug
I'm still high as I ride in my 7 Duetche Coupe Deville
Y'all soldiers know my truth be ill
Now with these visions and these bad thoughts
Runnin'
Loyalty over anything
Love does not exist
I don't think it does
Yeah
We use to do thangs
Getting lunch afternoon thang
Pick me up outta the house
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