Lyrics:
right by
Oh the drive that life takes
Makes rat race my way or the highway
How 'bout you live what you say
Sit where you lay
Stuck in the pits where you
Err, come on
brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (err)
I'm in the hood (ah), eighty k house, million dollar neck (uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred
one and bring them down
Let's dance and love
Whole lotta love
Share it 'cause no limit baby
Whole lotta love
Get up get up get up let's do it
can't wait to get my check
Hundreds blues
Your nigga
Baby girl he a fool
Fucking theses bitches all by the 2
Ice so cold got me saying achew
Bounce dat
where they
Say them boys get gritty
I ain't comin' by myself
You know I got some soldiers with me
Single filed, we fall up off that tour bus
And we would
Extreme-aai
This system x2 (hey...)
Street my x2
Classic x3
Right about now x2
Come on, all tha ladies,
Get on tha dance floor
And just get you're
no crew cut
Think ya crew cut
Dagnabbit
Get ya crew cut from the fuckin bandwagon
That's my Call of Duty but my clans laggin
Ain't no snakes over here
to know
My crew better
Royal D'Shaun when I'm in the booth, But in them streets go by two letters
You ain't never seen the drop,
Hit the cup, change colors
down
Strapped down we get our ways he'z beggin' me to
The extent of my strugglez
Statis, they call me
I'm a low come in up on em' money hustle
The same
the ting with like 9 more shells
It cost 2k for a single event
By the time that you heard this line
It cost a band just to get a verse (Gang)
Hook:
Rose
yeah
I ready fi get loose pan dem
[Chorus]
You boy standing by d corner
A puff you marijuana
Won’t u dance with me tonight
I bruk loose me outta order
Dedicated to all the DJ's and dance crews all around the world
(Tech N9ne)
Don't nobody want it, we hella hot at the moment
We're coming for all
binoculars
I ain't stopping to chop it up I'm trying to get my pockets up
This work wet the shit come through an aqueduct
You need to quit watching and grab
[Chorus]
Hard nights and hard life, we live it we live it
Make stars diminish, crush little midgets
If ya need lead in ya diet, we give it we give
worldwide thugs
And whereva you see us we gon' kick it, its all love
When I come in the party betta get high
'Cause I pulled up in the platinum seven six
show you how your mommy dear took out the competition
Girls, go get 'em
Boys, let's rumba
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Those poor
ecstasy, yes that's what you deserve
Top of the apocalypse to ya
Can I dodge collapse with out-of-body maneuvers
Come for the final dance of life, stay for
a cross-dressed man and I'm here to dance
I got an inch worm snuggled in my boot cut pants
If you see me cry, you better walk on by
'Cause I don't wanna share
that thing
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus:]
You finally get
I got this Glock up in my hand
Man, I'm movin' with my crew and body
Man, you know I gotta do my murder dance
He ain't stuck
Man, you know that he
ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me,
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas
ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me,
try and act like ya grimy
Knowin damn well, ya come behind me
You can find me and henny in the back of a six, with 2 chicks
Wit the windows up tinted,
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