Lyrics:
'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these
Mally Mall!
We gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We
You're still the
Little boy that you were before
Furthermore, it's worse because you
Feign to be progressive
But when challenged by a woman
You get sexist
here!
Alright! What up y'all? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin' know
This is my sidekick Fat Pat
He goes "Ha ha ha ha"
I'll tell you why I can't find ya
Every time to your place you've gone fishin'
Well, how you know?
Well, there's a sign upon your door (uh-huh)
babyface by walking up, he walk out wit a limp
I need a couple racks up out this game that money feeling dim
I'm in to win, get up in that water, boy you
Makin' money at thirty with a wife and a son
Then a short five years later, it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody
against the world cus I been on my own
And lately if I'm trapping I am trapping by my lone
I could style on em in bravado's and Vlone
I'd rather die today
threats, blastin' continents
Kings, queens dead presidents
Can't tell me where my chiza went.
Take em down blow the house down blaw
The evils got you
I love it when this rollie on my wrist
So much diamonds I can't tell what
Time it is, I'm so coo
I said I hate being sober man
What you On? I'm
And here you go doing the same shit, you ain't shit nigga"
And I ain't too proud to tell you
That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it
And boy this
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
tell her, "Park it"
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in
the game cause that ain't gone solve em.
I can tell by her look that she wanna ride with me
And later ride on me.
Go Shawty!
This just how we do.
Me I
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
boys, you bet 'em five bucks
You'd get the girl that just walked in, but she thinks you suck
We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see
So quit
at the fuckin' label, let's tell the truth
You risked your career for me, I know it as well as you
Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy, Dre, I'm cryin' in
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!
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take 'em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, fresh
but that cash real
Tell that codeine
"See what you done made me"
Rather you agree with me lil' baby
Rather keep a secret to the grave shit
Fucking with
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