Lyrics:
my face, with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air
Let me put 'bout two in the air
Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't care
It's
the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 am and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
humming
You shoulda seen it coming
I blew the crew up
But I weren't the one that grew the crew up
Certain manna knew I had two up
But don't try flip
for some juice
when the move was interrupted by two twins
and they friends sportin body suits
They said whattup, I said whattup, and they broke it down
waste no time
Hit the bar up two cases of wine
Cute face thin waste line
Drop to the beat pop to the base line
To all my girls that's kickin it
You
how
Not to get jerked when you do hard work!
[Repeat x16]
"It's like that y'all"
"One, two, three, whoo!"
Yo, there's more to it, but let's
when it's time do n****z
Comin' through like I'm two n****z, a true n**** f*** a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pa** that brew n****
I'm drivin' drunk
than ever
So let's make this bond, to keep this hip-hop strong
You a man, Baby Pop, you know right from wrong
So stay out of trouble, and that goes
Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah
Bonnie and Clyde shit
You hear me? Smell me?
(That's right, you know?)
I'mma take this one straight to the top
small
Arms and hair pin triggers
Dare niggas third in my crew
It's known killers
Model hoes that sniff blow
With hour glass figures
We live for raw sex
Gucci
Metaphysics, the science of life
And how to live, free from strife
Walk with ease, and no disease
Understand that I am the breeze
pop in my cool G. Rap and Polo tape"
They was straight goin' out like a gunner
Because a nigga's wanted, I'm even hunted by bounty hunters
But
like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
[Kool Keith]
You got nine cars tons of champagne by the cases
Two thousand people killed
Yeah, so
Gotta cool it baby, you just gotta be cool, you know?
We don't live like that, hahahahaha, you know?
I can understand why you don't
name I'm a fight y'all
Fuck a state, light charge
My predicate status, irrelevant
My man got the big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants
Jumbo
It's too late
Can't regret it now
It's too late
Can't regret it now
[Chorus: x 2]
At a human's price
Trying to live that life/can't slow down
Rain
It's hard to live
Moonlight
Rain
Fold all lies
Spring meadow
The sun gave me my rise
An eager man
And a doubled trail that bounded up by spruce
Bitch I'm live I'm way too live like 2 Live Crew
Cause everything blue (Brrr)
Cause everything blue (Yeah yeah)
Everything blue (Everything blue)
Yeah, check it out like this ya heard? (Woo)
Yeah son (yeah) testin one two one two
That's what I'm talkin 'bout (yo)
That's what I'm talkin 'bout
there
Young rich nigga and I don't care
Same crew since I was a little one
Since day one been a real one
And I put that on all my children
Walk in
Holla at ya boy it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem
And I probably am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol'
boy I stuck
And I live by the code
The freaky it cost me a loaf
And wouldn't beef with a clown
You know he a joke i had to go get me a load
Made her
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