Lyrics:
sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo
A bunch of G's when we ride hoe, we live no Apollo
Got strippers, got star hoes, we talk shit, swallow spit
In
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
Cruisin' the streets orange county style
Got my crew with me and we're all smiles
Bumping some tunes feeling the beat
Pedaling fast cruising down
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
A one, two, three, four
High tide
Summer in the city
Kids are looking pretty
But isn't it a pity
That the sunshine
Is followed by thunder
(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx
[ VERSE 1 ]
Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out
Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools
When
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
five nigga, let me ride
I'm in that dolphin-colored S5
Fire, look at me, I'm
Bouncin' with that chick
Got the grill out my left fold
See how now I
love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing,
Act cool.
Lesson 3,
Don't be a trick. If she's poor, if she's rich,
If your game is soft
the two-seater
I heard she brag about the way he eat her
A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
She do be lookin' weaker now, her
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
the number one position
Your crew can't hang with us
Man, we're too dangerous
Ain't got the style or the stamina
Just doin' my thing
Get hooked on my
area crew
Yea, man
Yes, the first cut should be the deepest
To penetrate beyond the muscle wall's inner regions
First you was icing me, connect
and comin' for the head piece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
dress
Style, molest that
Canal chain, nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless that
Yo, Saddam Hussain niggas
Light the torch, we flamin
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
the uptown slide,
Don't need a transfer or auto ride.
We only need a cab with us inside.
Finally finally we got uptown,
And when we got uptown,
everybody meet Mr. Me Too
Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin'
a killa
Lyrics raise drug dealers
Turn 'em into muthafuckin' thug niggas
LBC come and bail with me
Hang with the same niggas go to jail with me
Bang, with
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Shine so bright in the wet U2
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them, him,
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
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