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a new booty to the city
Nah cause I was put in work before the 90's
In 88 when I started to bang and get a name
In 91
I started with a slang and taught

Party by word of mouth from the days of Valley view 
Take a drink like Big Frank or post up like Po Ray's 
I'm so faded on this primo for real though  
My

bạn
Không phai là em
Kêu tôi bằng cha
Đụ má mày
Coming out straight out the boat
Coming out straight out of the nam
Coming out straight out the boat
Tôi

Gone Put'm to sleep
Get them all
When I'm coming
With da heat (Grrrt pow)
Now
Click-click, bang
When I drop those 10s
Why is he asleep?
What do you mean

i ain’t talking bout Patrick 
I be stretching da pack out, like elastic 
All my niggas eating, we ain’t doing no fasting 
You got served by me,

caught but I got me another
Big Bro don't play bout his green catch em on the block fightin dealers and fiends
lan gang bang but I bleed blue nigga that

feel is one way, I'ma cut 'em
I know my soul so fuckin' pure that it'll never be another
Been snaked by hoes and blood the same, tell me is you gon' be

Brimmed it with lion fur sowed in the tag bastard
Stitch with such potential worn with such passion
Outcast-ed 'cause I was a big boi
I bounce back now they

Charlie Black, the baddest brother ever to rap
By the time I'm done, I'll have your bitch on my lap
And we go do that there, like a private affair 
Large

of liquor 
Into a big cup of ye 
I always win bitch where's my parade?
Stick with me and I'll drop some fire every fuckin day
Shooting my shot like LeBron I'm

dads son"
Big green eyes with some ears to match, he had an awkward face and couldn't help that
Blood and ash on his damn gloves and he thought he saw

a better chance cause poverty was not the path
Moved to Los Angeles, right by the port
Lower middle class, nothing big nothing short
But when the eighties

about they Benz
Couldn’t be me when I finish it’s gone be with bang
That some shit I probably shouldn’t try to glorify
If you looked into my mind at night

comparison
Feeling like a bed wetter
'Cause I can't forget when I'd no pot to pissin
This the cryogenic Freestyle
This song will be on BangBros 'cause my bars

a homicide
It's gon be a homicide
It's gon be a homicide
You can't bang wit me if you ain't really down to ride
My niggas step on shit we crucifix & catch em

her 
She hung around the cool kids
Now all cool kids look stupid 
How did he get her how do you got her 
By myself I didn't have the help of Cupid
I use

your wings off
Cos you only live once this is real life
So don't play with your life doing Gang Bang
I can't risk losing life on some dumb shit
Niggas

lighting
You come like thunder
I come too cold
I come too cold like the artic tundra
So I'm looking all gravy saucey maybe
Not in ap , doing up ab
Cursed by

Don't get your shit split back
Rocking by my dolo the motto still yolo
Bang out when I'm solo cause Gutta really cut-throat
Aint nothing like you bitches

southern, pimp
Walk a little strut
That a big dick limp
Or his hip just stuck
Little bit of both
And strap might rub
Some know what I'm sayin
Real G throw it

Don't ask Ej what he bang, big brah gon up a four,
Niggas knowin' where I hang, I'm a Newman with the bros

Better not tell me about your girlfriend, we

a different noise matters
Smokin' on this wood, some big clouds, and it look like Casper
Oh my God, HK did it again, go and call the pastor
Slap the bitch down,

bang, but you know I got that thang
Swerving', switching' lanes
Sparking' up the thang
Never been no lame, yeah, I always stay the same
Young Nino,

Machine against man
And the planet's in ruins
But by then we will have
Mastered the craft of
Creating cloned soldiers so we don't have to
Come out of hiding