Lyrics:
Ayy, ayy, ayy What's up, man
It's your boy, Mandawg live in the box, it's two
Ayy, ayy, walker on the top, runnin' through the Block
See me in your
make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
you don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
I don't give a fuck, 'til I die, I'ma live it up
Hit 'em up, nigga what, what, nigga what?
Better watch your ass 'fore I pull the choppers out
both seeds that grow
Same black men
Who the people owe
I represent growth
I'm in a new lane
I got new pain ,
It came with new bags
To stuff my new racks
where you sleeping aw man let dem games begin
I'm riding by my V-Lone, that's cause I ain't got no friends
Half of them just temporary and disappear like
the body divert
To get to the top of the mountain, you've got to climb dirt
So come on climb through, don't get stuck lookin behind you
It'll blind you
got to have it
Bridge]
Hip thrust squat Girl hold it
Until dat Ass get swollen
Im flexin like hulk hogan
You Limp Bizkits keep rollin
I took
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
much bigger now, and my wallet is too
I forgot how it could be when I spend it all on me
I'ma show you how a real one move
Seen you got a couple new
it den you die by Da revoler
Big body lane changing new drop top
Never close up shop when da block Hot
Hit my line we backed in at da trap Spot
Work yo
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
My new driver's license photo
Makes me look like Quasimoto
And all my clothes are styled for me
By Minnesota Fats
The diet drink I live
with the stick like a player
Imma live by the code
Live by the load then die by the code
Got me dissin' a Benz
Ride with the stick like a player
She give
gotta live)
Give it my all gotta sacrifice
(Put your heart in your work, gotta do it for the kids)
Did everything wrong gotta make things right
(You
I got that flow, it's on sale if you need a rush
Coke blowin' out my fiend's nose like the speaker bussed
Ho caught me D'd up, talk down, we T'ing
Revive the spirit of our founding. If we don't, we'll live our lives locked down and enslaved
Patriotic blood coursing through our veins. We've got
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong
Jail Ima woodFrom the C L E but I grind out in HOLLYWOOD
Young Pinch it's a sinch when I roll on by,
Got homies that are down, so I always gotta ALIBI
ballot
Do you, cause it is what it is
You get money, give money
We just tryin' to live
Always laugh, smoke weed
Fuck a lot, flip P's
Fuck the cops, good
the freeway
It’s a vibe, I’m the guy, won’t you roll up by my side, yeah
Living like a movie, we don’t even have to say stuff
Drowning in this money, we be
the store
Got a place we can go
Drie slow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter
Roll the weed up
Baby girl push ya seat up between the heater
I've taken beatings so I could take the abuse, Nothing new
You're so annoyed that I'm at where I'm at right now
I finally got my voice back when I left
you said that
A one time purchase u may never get your bread back
A young robert johnson at the crossroads with his new track
That kid faced
going on if you can take us there
Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder,
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