Lyrics:
sometimes I rhyme quick
I was on 1-2-5 and Saint Nich
Chillin' with these chick
Named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
She wasn't
see that though
Want me to sell that dope
Want me to say I tote
That big fucking ratty
Hope no nigga rat me
Hope 5-0 don’t bag me
Hope my opps don’t
want it is you .
Nigga u the top 5 and u not 5
U the one zero true
Love it like a large fry
And it’s supersized
Like all I want is you
All I want is
Got me running round my head
I don't wanna go to bed
This the happiest I'v been
I don't wanna look a tool
Feeling like a whirlpool
And I wanna dive down
a killer let a pussy nigga tempt me
Had a dream I was pushing me a bentley
Woke up knew I had to get busy
No bucks niggas better get wit me
Better think
[Twista:]
Girl u remind me of my jeep and my s5
First I was on top of you now u sayin lets ride
Freakin yo body so good I give you wet thighs
When we get
'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
real and never lie
Never need a bitch she need me i'd never tried
Four by Four Benz truck on the ride
Playing with my money that's straight suicide
the fiends
Wanted to be Freeway Rick
He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick
Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik
On Crenshaw
any one of my whips
Ever need proof, I got all of my slips
Niggas ain't moving by the code, get dipped
Get back, clip, bust a piece lip
Ah, good
a runts
Aiight'
They be calling me privileged, I don't give a fuck
Mansion is stinking, it's reekin a runtz'
5, 5 Point 0 rolled up in a blunt
When I
I smoke a spliff and i look out my window
I look across see my neighbor he got crack in his pipe he needs help but he's living his life She has 5 kids
her back up on a pillow
Five minutes later I'm bailin'
Out the hoes-pital
On my way to the liquor store
The first thing I grab is
Some skins and a 4-0
I’m copping imma lay low
Am I opping imma say no
You the feds
You the 5-0
You the feds
You the 5-0
I’m on 5th with my eyes low
Off a spliff and a packed
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
another load
You put your trust into your niggas, I put trust into my poles
My 4-5 kickin' like it's soccer
Shoot my shot, then I scream go
Put this beam
slidin' by my V cut
Rich and Link, red minks, Bentleys, old beamers, two heaters, nigga
If I'm breaking bread with you, you my friend (you my friend)
by double digits
I gotta do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep
I always came back busting rhymes that were special
Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth
Nowadays, I'm just confessing in
We are go for liftoff in T minus thirty
Roger that Houston, all systems five by five
Ready for liftoff?
Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six...
The Bentley wag bulletproof like a brinks truck
C.b.l, we don't care what ya homies sell
Rubberband around the stacks like a ponytail
I could meet a hoe
brains before you give me a case
Got the .40 by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
High
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