Lyrics:
the after, after party
y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin' the greatest sex
Now on dubs, rollin' up, into the club, raisin'
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
(what)
We get 'em up at the drop of a dime bro
And did a day livin' by the AK
>From the ??? overseas, TRU niggas blowin' trees'
And gettin'
who's questioning
Why my man is always asking
[Chorus (sung by Missy and Nicole)]
Where I been
Where I go
Who I'm with
Am I out ,
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
'Jest dues,
'Fore a guy fuck around and punish you...
[CHORUS 3x w/ Adlibs to Fade] (E-40)
When I think about the days gone by, (Biaaatch!)
All
and she don't want to go back
We stackin big faces 'cause we still spending throwbacks!
[Chorus]
Ohh I think they like me [Repeat x16]
Haters want
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
the car load, by the truck load
My big ballin status keep they mind on fuck ho's
Playa haters all around us trying to figure out how I did it
How got it by
nie myślał o tym tak że ten na słuchawkach to właśnie ja
W ogóle wiesz zawsze miałem ten plan nazwę skład jak miliony innych fan
Ospy wietrzne różyczki
Playa gods
Bless me
Keep hoes paying
Stead stressing
Blazer coat
Since 10th grade
Looking like P-Diddy dressed me
Sexy B
No P
Take that, Take that,
by shorty's I know she's a ten
A ten a ten a ten a ten
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Couple losses ain't
to sit you down in your place
And tell you right to your face
Sista, you ain't nothin but a faker, a playa hata
I'm Ms. Toi first native baby I'm a G
repeat 2X)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though you strip for tips I place no one
to spittin
6:30 was the time, 7 years gone by, 8 of us done been deceased
9 times outta 10 somebody bleedin' in these streets
Tell me what's the reason?
i been trapping all damn day
I gave him the last 10 of some shake
Told him bro everything gone be ok
These people finally let me out my cage
Start
The reason I do all that bragging and boasting
I'm really just hiding behind my emotions
You know how it is, raised by a lady
No daddy no brother my
Real deal playa shit
You hear me
Ah shit
Here we go again
I been thuggin' by my lonely
But jacket spell out friends
I can't let shit slide
I can't be
Chorus 2X: Lil Dap
Run for you life, if your life you live
Live behind the gun, and this is what you get
Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone
solja
I'm low to the floja
I though I told ya
Don't be unwise
Judge me not by my size
You won't believe your eyes
Once the X wing rise
Luke:
a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
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