Lyrics:
Weed was bought when I gave that n**** cash
Moserah walked downstairs and gave him a handshake
Once the weed was transferred he started to vacate
You've got your makeup on
Rock 'n roll Vietnam
Your boots are leather
Pull yourself together
Say yeah, oh yeah
well, the air is fit to figure
only own fishbowls, but my rentals tinted
You know I'm used to movin' units like rental tenant
Real lieutenant, God's army
He like a doctor, he'll
[Ghostface]
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 FM, we in God dimension
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise
Shout out
as a lowlife
If you ain't real you can't roll you get no dice
I like bitches if they pull up in their own ride but
Fuck that bitch she had cake gave up no slice
with rocks And I'd swing your jaw if you gave bad looks
Now I, haven't changed still slightly deranged
Still slightly outraged and I feel insane
Think again if you thought I gave a fuck!
Yo
Yo independently, reppin thoroughly throughout the N-why
We thump and get high, infrared nigga, dead
I was born of nineteen fifty nine
That'll be the day rock'n'roll died
Far away on a dark and stormy night
Brought into the new decade
The sixties
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
properly warned y'all
I roll wit a bunch trifling grimy n**** that might just
Crush your nuts wit a pair of vice grips
On the mic you bleed oil and spit ice
cars and clothes
That's how all my niggas roll
You not southside, I checked
I check my slang, I take your dame
And now you super bex
Might rock out blue
like Godzilla and Kong
He requested for punch when I gave him a punch
Swear to God man that boy started stuttering
I be killing these beats like I'm
On the low, she say she say she wanna roll wit me yeah
On da block, she say she wanna rock wimmie yeah
Like what u want, Gucci head to toe, for her
blue collar sweat and blood
Squared jaw and a crew cut
A purple heart, a Viet Vet.
He'd tell you every chance he'd get
Always running down my rock n
The west coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?
What you talkin bout?
Fuck all the critics in the n-why-see
Who wants to rock the microphone
trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
Bought mansions and got their rocks off with a bunch of t-s h-s
Originally, I was scared to criticize you
Time's changed, I'm far from the only one you
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin' the preview and
Fuck wit my Bucktown group
And in the night, the night, who roll the tight
me
[Snoop Dogg]
Roll with me, S-N-double O-P
Mel-man where ya been O.G.
Tell me, the game'll never fail me
Ask J or my lil' homie Shelby
Uh, I cut em'
You know, when the wind is high,
And the storm gods race,
And I'll be snugged up
By my fire-place.
Maybe feeding my little dog,
Or playing with my
Wit that Antonio Montana disease like "fuck it"
And drug wars just another day in the life
You fucked over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right
shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
[Big Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl
Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler
I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
Get
from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran
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