Lyrics:
my hicky dicky doc
Yeah we got bottles to pop
We started with nothing now we at the top
Hook x2
I been grindin hard all week
I been making Money
off ball hog
But i cant get hooked its fishy in the sea you hoes got me shook
I cant live by the book
Im a king and your a rook
know what my crew about
some of this shit top secret
youll tell if you could peep it
confidental like the lumanatii
if yeen know you better ask
Numbers up
Nigga Stop playin dem 20's
getcha hunnets up
It don't stop
Top shelf by the box
Grew some locs cause I got it locked
Big corporations is da ops
includes the loot
It from the acid usage
All the rest will get eluded cause
The feds are very stupid
Two guys shoot up to your crew
Into a finna coupe de
guess is best to let it live
Raw, authentic my etiquette is unedited
Get the credit for my pen and as an executive
My essence is testimony blessed by my
so
I like to think that I chose rap but I feel like I'm the one rap chose
Your girl say that she me heavy 'cause I live my life by those gang codes
tribes
Who live
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Verse 2
I notice you
Doin your
don't spill if it aint top 5. And niggas gettin deals when they aint that nice
And they wanna pop pills but that aint my vice
Niggas I just wanna live
cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames
If you would clue the crew into the civil
Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over
the medals in the warfield of respect
Like an ill porno make ya body get wet
Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow
Hoping that my shit
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
invented by this crew
Of them powerful men, who often like new
Stuff to be tested, only if I knew…
What ima being brought to, you would not have to tell me
bathe in the wake to baptize your crew
When I'm down by the river, bangin' from Sydney
Hand on my outboard fangin' my dinghy
Streams run free, all over
get some!"
We make any click or crew, run and call the cops
Picallo said play with the bomb, and why'all get knocked off top
History is proven
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
Yo word the fuck up this is for.. (DJ Mr. Len)
The motherfuckin (El P) undisputed (Stylemaster)
CoFlow (Phase 2) Bigg Jus (yo check it)
Of Cali-for-nia, Sactown to L.A.
The homie Aidge, Indy 1, Spare Time on display
We making music even though we don't live close by
Phone calls, emails, long texts,
STRAIGHT GANGSTA!
[Chorus]
Chorus X2
[Bridge]
What would you do if you could
Get with my crew, baby
What would you do if you could down with the dog pound
Hook(2x) : I'm riding around in a Pontiac. Give me a sec ima cal you back. stay out your feelings, get in your bag. I cut the string off cause she
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
ultraviolet vibrations
Every night a different plaque, a different celebration
Soundwave reign gonna last for generations
So my name stay in top 10
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