Lyrics:
Guder
Say! Mr. Guder
I have seen you go through a day
You're everything a robot lives for
Walk in at nine and roll out the door at five
You reflect
them shades low if you bout that peep flow
Ooh peep game
My pimp game, it run rings
My price high, I run things
My lifestyle don't love me
And my banker
yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
brothers in the SS
Now I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
Livin' in the world of ghetto life
Shot with the gun, get you cut with the knife
That's the story yo, the way the peeps like to move
No fakin'
the first and fifteenth
I still take cabs to that capsule spot
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught
Like a K9 when he pickin' the scent up
Seventeen in the stair-, yo
Ayy, seventeen in the stairway, hustlin' drugs
Listenin' to Grandmaster by GZA
and games and
So just come and peep the unique styles we are displaying
The beat's just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate
Feels good, as if a girl just
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and
Peep some game from me
You just a BI I TCH!
on Sinai none higher than I
Roll up, like that good kush that they've
Been smokin' since 5
Pull out like 2 9’s and I
Aim it dead at they eyes
And tell them
Can't be takin' them trips, for that flea market whip
Peep this Rollie fugazy, I'm sellin' game to a pimp
Line up all of my bitches, head crack 'em
the cup
Look baby girl, that's what's up
Slide by my side bitch house in the cut
Put the 9 on side when I side in the cut
I shake I shook in, peep out
want the drama, word up
The Wu first up, the game is the world versus us
Y'all was good 'til the world heard us
Y'all ain't want them Clan birds up
Y'all
the future for A$AP)
Man the future for A$AP
Is fuck it we hate rap
We takin' over, change it over
Remix it, fuck it
This the shit that the game has been
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
now peep how it's mixed in
The beef is now sickenin', everybody got paper
Words of power, because of it, the cops hate ya
The government watchin' all
still spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O I'm headed; on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator
now peep how it's mixed in
The beef is now sickenin', everybody got paper
Words of power, because of it, the cops hate ya
The government watchin' all
always creep
You always creep
You always creep
Ayo, uh, one, two, three, four
Kill Bill, Jackie Brown, Pulp Fiction, and Reservoir
Peep the lore,
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty eight
Dirty soda, Spike Lee, white girl, Ice T
Fully loaded AP, yeah
I just fucked your bitch in some Gucci flip flops
I just had some bitches and I
I'll be waitin' (the type of life I live)
Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a playa
Some love makin' and homecookin', I'll see you later
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