Lyrics:
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
[Redman]
Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two)
One two, one two check mic (yeah)
Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
Ride around with the heater (Sticks)
Get your ass smoked, Huh (Bitch)
But it's not no joke (No)
Bitch it's Rubber Clan (Yo)
Hang him by a rope (Hang his
to speak it
It's really something about me that
Make hot emcees go anemic
2 chains, I got 2 bitches
Watch me put it all together
Just like 2 Swishers
Got
Yo, I'm gettin' ready to put y'all up on somethin' man (what's goin' on, yo?)
Yo, when you see somethin' ill (uh-huh)
You know what I mean? That
a lil' sunrise (catch it)
Caught me by surprise (I just wanna bop)
Waterfalls make me weak (no)
So I, so I creep (woah)
Mermaids on the reef
your mind
[D] Niggaz hit the floor
[F] Move it out, move it out
[D] M.O.P.'s raw
[Lil' Fame]
Get the fuck out the way
I'm bringin the drama to nuccas I
open and the dog's off the chain
I be that youngin' with that gun that's tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that youngin' on the run after I pop somethin
Stay strapped even in the vocal booth
Rob report, page 3-5-7
Ray hang 'em high, details at eleven
[Hook: x 2]
[Benzino]
Do you really want
up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by
my fadin' love~ na na
You know you mean a hella lot~ na na
I think you know you can relate, oh I'm sorry
I didn't mean to make you devastated, I'm
' cake
An' my moms a lil' somethin' 'fore I go on the run
Before pussy niggaz try their hand
I'll kick in the door like, "Daddy's home"
An' I ain't
I don't be sittin' in a trap slangin' lil' peewees
Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to mess up my re-up money"
See, I used to wear my shoes until I
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history
'Cause I've been
in the bus, if you know, then you know
Fuck, he get smoked to the road
I just seen two lil' bitches go out with each other
It's crazy, I'll bro, I'll
Your girl in my bed, and you she be layin'
She tell me her problems, act like I relate (one, two, three, let's go)
We got some new bands
We got some
Two-point seven for the crib and it's all paid (numbers)
Niggas get a lil' bit of fame, start actin' strange
Just because I showed a lil' love, that don't
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
move with the gang we like a tribe
I got racks in my jeans and I hit the scene
Two double cups, lil' gang so lame he can't even hit the lean
Nigga know
In these times we gotta hustle 'cause our pockets be hurt
Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that, you wanna wash
cream
Fifty-somethin' shots in Cullinan, fifty M's
Don't play with me
Least three cribs, I run elite, it's big YB
Woah make lil' shorty touch her toes
Get
Since a lil kid i been taught to keep it straight
You mofuckas fake man i cant relate
Stressing everyday tryna get a lil paid
I just take it day by
Chorus x2:
My rear view mirror is vibrating (echo: vibrating)x2
the beat keeps knockin down my rearview mirror
E-40:
Say uh,
which way should i
.jpg/220px-Relate_-_For_King_&_Country_(Official_Single_Cover).jpg "Relate.")
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