Lyrics:
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It's like that y'all, we gangstas
Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's,
Five-oh-one come follow me yo, everywhere that I go
And I know I ain't did nothing
The district think I be just a lil trick kid fronting
Uac got my back if
the Haitian's behind me
District thirteen posted up, if you boys wanna come find me
And my shooters stay with me, a natural born leader
I'm the OG
bobble
Head bitches they model and let's kick it Colorado's
A red district full of brothels and med fixes
Yo, we gotta hide, just see, we get no privacy
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It's like that y'all, we gangstas
Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's,
at the district
I hop out of big things rocky wristed
Now everybody thinking I'm domestic
Uh, grown mine, I need to chrome mine
Why yall go lease, I need to own
in replay, slow-mo, rollin for dolo
Crash shit like a 9-8 brand new whip
Flash shit like dice from diamond district
Cock biscuits, live
district
Gimmie an E
Everlasting slang
Eternal ebonics
Lyrical e-mail
Stabilize livin' in all my economics
Squad
Group of men, women
Unified force
the sheriff coming down the line
Ah and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hack into that district court
Into the courtroom
good boys, strong boys
District champs the last three years
Got a little tailback pretty slick, real quick
I take him for a steak sometimes
Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner
At 8:32 on report from twenty-nine districts
Or trying to slide that color TV into a stolen ambulance
NBC will not be able predict the winner
At 8:32 on report from twenty-nine districts
Bounty hunters, you can find her in the neon valley street district
On the fourth floor in the leopard plaza apartment complex
The droid control marshals
District
Take it like you don't want everyone to know I broke your record
The reason you dissin' and wishin' that they come up missin'
Because I got
chick
Dominate the heavyweight division
Rhymin district
*GIMMIE AN E*
Everlasting slang
Eternal ebonics
Lyrical e-mail
Stabalize livin in all my
listen
See with a District Columbia vision
Along with these Yoruba contact lenses
Oh yeah, pops got a visa
Think he regret coming to Um Ricka
Where they
Broken family district
Where every Friday night around 2
Am shit get thick
Peace ripped up like bisquit
Promethezene maple syrup
And the child lullabies
on text
And I brought Virginia the District as well as Maryland back
But I must have done it all with Rey Mysterio's hat
I put my soul in the culture but
like the District of Columbia flipped
So I'm really hoping that none of you trip
Because I'm
Back into go mode
Back in the gold gold
That fly shit I've
on the bottle, niggaz love to see when
Niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
With
wasn't Pop
Or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the fuckin truck
We 'bout to hit the Wilshire district, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles son, twist up
Five-oh-one come follow me yo, everywhere that I go
And I know I ain't did nuthin' (hell naw)
The district think I be just a lil trick kid frontin'
U Ak got
no more hoes)
(Yeah, let's go)
Rest in peace Nate Dogg, I'll meet you at the gate (yeah)
Pac was alive, life still'll be great (yeah)
District
caught in the district
Paper-thin, gettin' skinny; class-2 and a felony
What if I get convicted, who gon' take care of my children?
Prayin' harder than
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