Lyrics:
tongue at, I done that
These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at
Smoke so much, the doc asked where my lung at
I took it out to stash
let it, he let it
I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo
Let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom, let it shoot
Got them 22's in my shoes
Huh, that's on everything
the shorties livin' naughty lives
Walkin' around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy store's a front
They walk in the candy
calicoes
Girl, your plates off UC, we'll bang it out at the county call
Ten J got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero
Then FaceTime me on my phone,
sweaters
Red bottoms, Rollies in the pen
Pinky ring, Cartier lens
Ride around big body Benz
Blacked out, all you see is tints
See, me, I ain't worried
Ok, I'm shining, beaming, glossing
Big timing, stunting and flossing
Dangerous, approach with caution
If I sneeze, you in a coffin
Chasing paper,
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
the stars
With a big heart and kick drums
My Irish mother, she's beautiful and true
She said "son you can be anything you wanna be its up to you"
My east end
of trust,
She bought a one way ticket to bang or bust,
She had nothing to lose so she was gonna do it right
And with friends by her side, it’s gonna be
(whole dick)
Yeah, real big drip (watch out, don't slip)
Lick on the tip (bitch, speak up)
She got big titties, no milk (cash cow)
We meet in bedroom
fuckin' with me dawg (C'mon, now!)
Underestimate, run up on, it's on now
Have you niggas plottin' revenge and puttin' songs out
Demise by design (Ah),
No surprise I'm from a gang bang culture
But we can keep it civil or
Pull a thang thang on ya
Southern California where the sun don't quit
killed
My mama know I'm thuggin', it get ugly lay me in Winfield, oh yeah
Spin the block, hop out with them Glocks and leave 'em dead
I go by Top, if
round; give ya man pound.
[Chorus]
[Big Noyd]
Check it out, Dun, them niggas ain't ones
To be blowin' off the top and shit; I'm tired of shit.
cute as a Daisy?
Watch the fella with the big base drum go by
Ain't you glad that you stayed?
Hear the tuba play that 'Oom Pah Pah'
Oh my, ain't it
drive a lot of hot cars
I got a fucking big house
I got a fucking big
And I'ma grown man by far
And I'ma grown man by far
I got that Lady Gaga, bitch
Feel the heat from the
Big boom boom
Pyromania
Boom boom boom
Blast em up like
Boom boom boom boom
Paralyzed by fear
No one can move
No one can
or did the world get small
Now Mr. Bush is painting portraits of us all
Bang your head against a wall
I remember falling out of bed
I remember music in my
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
? 'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
bling than Baby
I'm not ice rockin crystal poppin
The type to rebound with chicks I'm not Rodman
I gotta girl with a butt big as Trina's
And green
Cocaine by the ounce, fish scale got that trout
Bang em then I out, snow daze I don't know that hoes name
We go in and then we rotate, I don't know
Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And, nigga, Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that shit
fingers in your mouth and two sticking out your nose
Further down the hall, the room with jokeros
That's where you get beat by seventeen wicked clowns
Tell him that your daddy was a real baller
He was blowin' money by the seasons
Let him know you good, left a couple mil and a whip for you
Big burner
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