Lyrics:
yeah!
Say wham! - wham!
Say bam! - bam!
[Chorus]
Do you want to work? - no
Are you gonna have fun? - yeah
Said one, two, three, rap, c'mon
Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll
Ain't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers
If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya
Yo,
ain't Dre baby
But won't you let me ride?
'Cause a nigga want the putty cat
This Thug Passion so your man
Can't have it back
And that's a fact, so, how
southern
It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin
The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my
Whatever else this is
(I don't get it)
Now it ain't happening
(I don't get it, get it, get it, baby)
(I don't get it)
Used to have so much fun
(I
Handle yours i ain't no joke
I'll have you broke down to your draws
I'm trigger happy
And I give less than a fuck
Love me or hate me
I'ma sho' 'nough rip
was smooth gunned down by a teenage gangsta
No bigger than me, never could be hisself
Always tryin to act like someone else
There just ain't no
baby, I done took your spot
I guide the best and I ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I
Cold rock a party in a b-girl
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
need to clown
None of the homies got pop
None of the spots got batteram
And I'll be damned, it's crackin' like a Summer Jam
Barbecues, no more
killer thug Life
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
Labelled as a cop killer
The rules of the street I'm living by
It ain't no rules, so niggas got
probably wonder how I know
I miss them days when we was mobbin', we was robbin' just for fun
If you was fightin', then we fightin', jump 'em, ain't no one
the bed rock,
Its group fun, believe she do what she do son, you view some,
And use some, and use some, and use some,
It ain't no fun if my homies
some money
See um, it's aight to have cash and thangs
Ghetto millionares to live fashion man
600 we gonna be smashin' man
But since I can't spend no
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
Fuck with me it's going to be a candlelight (candlelight)
Fuck with me your homies gonna have a candlelight (candlelight)
100 Remy bottles
tradition up
Come through fo breakfast den double back when dey fixin lunch
On god dey can't get rid of us
And it ain't no game I tell dem lames you could
by the way
The one by the way
I ain't trippin'
I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way
The proof by the way
Mr. front up
progressed
With more and more groups that have finesse
We have groups on the East and West coast with different names
We all play a part if we didn't we'd
to breathe
If you believe, then you can achieve, just look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no
deserve it
Can't Toosie Slide up out of this one, it's just gon' resurface
Every dog gotta have his day, now live in your purpose
It was fun until you
can't front, stick men
Here's a few who really come to do
What they say gon' do
Back at the ranch
There's no Carte Blanche
Everybody gon' move when
Had to flip what's in my blood to be a stack
Had to handle other business, ain't no riddles, it's a fact
If you see me in my energy, ain't really
One time his D jacked a nigga and old bitch
License and registration
"All I got is a driver's permit"
Niggas can't have shit
We got dogs that rip
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