Lyrics:
I tell Strick to pass me a knife would you ask for your life?
You's a pussy, I can tell by your song
Homo/thug rapper, I can tell by your thong
Got
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, 'em' pass me the seeds
It's a disease that's in the Slaughterhouse casa
bag)
I was taught to do it, and irrational ('rational)
Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
I'm tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck
cash
I am the first one you are the last
Come to my section boy you will not last
Fucking these bitches up and we just pass em
Wet up yo block little boy
Game and Drizzy
Surrounded by them diamonds, I'mma cold mackin
Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them
Swing by come taste this (Come taste this)
I'm sure it's gon' revive your taste provide some space
To grind stop hating (To grind stop hating)
want to rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo
Goin' off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at your ass
So give it up
as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin'
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!
pray to God that this work gon' sell
That this work gon' sell
Even day ones out here getting jerked go tell
We shoot first oh well
Tryna make it out by
fuck that
Better give that boy a bus pass
I see no competition baby girl a must have
My letters hinted on my mustache
The remy never did or did he get
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em bK
Yeah ha, ha, ha
Bitch
Brap, brap, brap, brap
Brap, brap, them choppas
Shawty on tip because she is a bopper
She fucked
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
to do it, youngin
And these pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
the two
It's pretty hard to lose
When you as good as two
Or three
Hmmm maybe four
Probably four or more
Tell 'em to pour some more
Till it spills and makes
the manor
But there's a another camera and
I'm the same old banger
So it's the same old questions, the guns
Gangs the manor
Someone please tell 'em I'm
reason, they listening
In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland
We getting it in son
Another bullet pass by, missed me
Wondering who plotting to get
an arm and a leg
Man are like "Skeppy, you're kill em dred"
Taliban stylee, we kamakaze
Too much style for the party
And if it's not a Boy Better Know
once was poor
If you're late with my dough, then there's no show
I grease my hair and it still won't grow
If you feel my butt, boy you gotta go
Out
My wife looking good, so I tell her she slayed
They ask how I did it, I tell 'em
I prayed, yeah
I prayed for a blessing, it hit, got a double
Ain't
back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks
different/get a shorty that’s hopeless ta get ya head smoking/pay em shorts/den come to report for his bread token/ Gina house/cut and recouped it tell her clean
Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My nigga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't
found out it was made by Volkswagen
This here is a toe tag 'em, Tity Boi gon' and toe tag 'em
Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck
Let them know
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