Lyrics:
Grinding
Flows on dope
No coke I don't love de cola
I took her number
But I will
Never call ha her
Yh I'm the flex flex nigga
Don dada
Wo y3 )baa na wo kye
Alright! I'm not just some palette swap
I'm number one and there's no co-op
Brother, let me star in my adventures
A mansion is not enough, give me
number 8
Pop out in nike hyperwarm the fans they know me by my face
Babygirl yo boyfriend he a goofy man i think that n*gga laced
Lil n*gga yo girlfriend
never snooze[01:54.20]Long as u not 12 I be serving you[01:55.93]Skittle bags in my trunk its so flavorful[01:57.81]Pour a paint and we cruising the life
The [Problem] I Sold It, Benjamin Count On c FORB Lick
[Money On My Mind, Snoop '93], Just Earning My Bags, cnd, I Count With No Sound Effects!
You c Frequent
just a mistress
I just told my brother slide me the analog
That's some 93 gas now the J's gone (gas)
See me lurking in the club, think I'm up
of a compass
You made the canvas make a lot of ruckus
Your courage don't compare to numbers
It's gon' be Michael B like I'm young Jordan
MVP 93 making a fortune
and the unforgiving
Mathematician numbers climbing quick and cataclysmic
Smash ya misses, passing riches with the la familia
Don't got a deal, but I'm in love with
in again
How we make it out
Pop pop
Popeyes
Shit, That nigga Pop too
Reeboks
Duval kids and we will wop you
92,93,94 Yoo
Fun n gun
Some go deep
many Bobbies
Never too many Whitneys
They been tryna top me
And do the numbers I didn’t
Loving em it was blinding
Started to keep a distance
Kept
three, I need three times four, I need more than
That, cause I don't like that number on the score, had to think on different levels, cause
They tryna take
John Paxson back in 93
Now this that igpay atinlay
I don't mess with pigs
But I love em wrapped in a blanket
Like a newborn baby
And I love bacon
In
flight
Nigga I see you flexin' but it's all cap tho
Lock it up keep the squad number air tight
Will fight for the right to turn it up loud
I'm just out
past dark,
And the only other Blood hood is Campanella Park.
Hacienda, swans, and bounty hunters'll call ya number.
Rollin' 30's and 20's, outlaws,
on Crenshaw (oh, oh, oh)
Back in '93 everybody was from Lench Mob
Girls ain't groupies, most these niggas are (oh, oh, oh)
Stop buying Jordans, save up, you
on mum
In '93 I won my first fight
Like a D O double G
Still mad at the man I wanted to be
In '94 I got a hiding and I tried to hide
But you can't keep
her on and watch her like T.V
exchange numbers on the i-pheezy
sent me a pic only I can see
on 95 pushin' 90
then split that pssy like Siamese
Idaho.
From Washington to French Lick Indiany, we're TEN PERCENT of the world.
God bless the Park Police we marched in '93.
They knew we were a mil, but
Keep it real
And you don't stop
(And I'ma let you know)
Keep it real
(Probably a punk)
Industry rule number 4080-one
(If you come to battle,
and watch me go get it
I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it
I want to put my game in cans so you can go get it
I'm the number one draft pick
I make layers
pippin
I got the glory I got the women
You out here steady catching feelings
Man look what I become
Working for number one
We're like the Phoenix Suns
Back
Smoking on a backwood full of 93 that propane
Passenger seat a bad bitch when I ask she give me brain
Pack touched down FedEx box it was a teddy
dellavedova
This ain't over yet
Until there's no regrets
You know your baggage always goes in the overhead
Now i'm number 23 like it's '93 win the championship
the
Morgue with industrial
So gothed out like "Black Number 1"
She'd rather slit her wrists
Than have some fun
Shaking her corpse to the same old shit
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