Lyrics:
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
his ass, hell naw jack, I got to go
I cut the corner by the store when they first got on my ass
Carrying all my damn dope, so I got to be fast
I'm
pape'
Sack chase, jack grab till my last day
Up blues on yo bitch, made her ass shake
Bitch, I been every fucking
Where except last place
When I take
Jose the Plug
Peep niggas hatin' 'cause they
Wanna live my lifestyle (I see it)
I just got a few jacks off some profiles
(For real) i see you lame
You're past your prime and your
Crew's last in line
And in time you'll realize that
That ass is mine (Motherfucker)
Na na na na na nod your head
Break
words in this way
MC's in the place, they think it's okay
For them to run up and get played like an ass
Sometimes I go slow, sometimes I go fast
But I
all kicked up dust
You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our RACE
You beat his ass then you spit in his face
I remember on the set
that, punk?
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man
What you aimin that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go
rounds
Ion cop it by the zip I buy the god damn pound
Say you gettin to the bag but your stacks ain't around
Issa a lot of animosity in this fake ass
And intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole
I'm just a genie in a jack bottle
Them fake ballin' ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit'
Bizzare's tryna get a lapdance
Off a Xanax and Jack Dan' (ayo)
Stripper walk by, I'm like, "Goddamn"
She's like, "That's harassment"
I'm like, "Yeah,
head!
Dumb bitch, that's the reason we're going up in there!
She don't know what the fuck she's talkin' about!
Everyone get back, this is a rap jack
I aim fo, that's how the game go
Baby like the way I wake her up,
Cause I'm a gangsta I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I'm in deep
Woke
a gangsta, I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I'm in deep
Woke that ass up just to put her to sleep
Everyday is the same thang, I creep in
It's
And toke this, I ain't lyin'
Trying to knock me off, keep tryin'
All it takes is one phone call to my street team
Promote that ass, like a soundtrack, New
Like here we go again, he done made it out by the grace of God, won't forget his pole again
Said they only care to see you when they see you doing
mind, you can step the fuck off, pops, fuck you
Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
Please
fans been had, bamboozle, run em up
But you loosing credibility the miniute _ and up
So fuck that stank bitch with the saggy ass titties
Fuck all
yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out
All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out
Niggas want to set trip
Try and talk shit
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with
stop
nigga this Oakland, the city of dope
You know where that crack shit was invented
and smoked by these ghetto chemists years ago
on Plymouth street we
ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down
I'm gon smoke a ?Z? gat and pull the trigga
On the front ass page nigga
Pickin a reputation, mo bullets in that snitch's ass
Get froze of O's, put em in
jack
Flyer than plane
You Gone get high jacked
Cut The ones up in your circle
Tryna piggy back
I put that on everything
That my shit gon slap
Don't you
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