Lyrics:
Champaign foreign names in my pool
Take you home let you sleep in my clothes
Roll some weed the homies aint gotta know
Get you high
Keep it on the low
Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardia
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice ring
Drama we bring, yeah/yo that's a small thing
Awright now, pay
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
He's a janky dealer, why you make me drink?
What you want, bruh, what you want, man?
Smell some-smell this right here, man
Man, it's passion fruit?
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
stars, certified with ghetto scars
Intoxicated by weed cigars, we eat stress by sippin' barre
Fancy cars and diamond ice, I'm intrigued by fancy things
Then why would I bother
If she ain't keepin it real
Then why would I holla
She come over by the crib
House comes with a lake
Eat as much
And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin' to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go
my niggas getting rich
So they can't stop the fact
That we be winning now
Always puffin passing on that weed, (Shit)
Youngin turning to a fucken fiend
So we can chop it up, so we can spread the ice and
The ties of no g's is for sure, you know I like it
This is a D.P.G. dedication
Is for my homies
to make a dope stack
We know, we know
This years money and thug affiliation
Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri collaboration
AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation
the president don't ban the fucking AK
My shit wasn't registered anyway
And that's ice cubes, fuck niggas like you!
Some of my niggas sell dope
Some of my
And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash
I ain't tryin' to waste my career on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all
But if I gotta go
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
can,
We in Japan,
Smokin' on a beela wit bitch,
Some niggaz niggaz about they mutha fuckin' riches.
Yeah, y'all might be high like Willie
of the dead tonight
People are being forced to live like animals
People need to send stuff in here, we are desperate
No one says the federal government is
try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise I'll melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Black by popular demand
The nigga with the most weed
The nigga with them bars (real shit nigga)
Reggie Noble
badass, nigga you scary
I been knowin' you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high
I was itchin' to kill, and you was, ready to die
Why
usin your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit
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