Lyrics:
Wagner
Wilson, east river, the 9, 145th street Nick, 145th Broadway
Lukas, Taliban, 135th, 118th, Manhattan
134th and 8th, powerful what's really
Yeah nick Miles, Quentin Miller
What a time, ooh
Ay, here come the package
Here come the package come the package, ay
Ooh, here come the
Yeah, here
(Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Uh, I just want some racks, want
Some racks, want some cash, yeah
Lately I been workin', I been
Gettin' to that bag,
a chance.
GIRLS: Yes, yes.
[boom]
DINGO: Oh, shit.
[outside]
LAUNCELOT: We were in the nick of time, you were in great peril.
GALAHAD: I don't think I
Pump pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast
Nigga
Ye sab pyaar hai aapka lok ka baki sab mehnat kaa karam hai
Ghatkopar east me aisa ekich to artist hai
Nick name ckshay Real name Mera Satish hai
cage
Santa and his deer, won’t be coming out this year
There’s no need to be sad cause we bringing all the cheer
Travel north to south and east to west
shittin on dummies
These niggas be paid pussies only fans
BTM!
Was the trap spot jumpin a lot?
Was you really on the east side servin them rocks ?
Was you
you him or her
I got dead homies, whisper to me while I sleep
Pointing out the fake niggas so We know which one to keep
Hear at East niggas trap I
they're doctors
Heathrow is seven miles to the north-east
Controversy just like a priest
Going on trips, your shirt is creased
Pooja's rising just like
sending oil to the middle east
I ain't been back in like five years
Still my plug gon remember me
Whippin that kale, that celery,
Sauce, that soup they want
[Verse - Snoop Dogg]
Nick nack patty wack, give a Dogg a bone
Naw don't gimme nothing but a handful of stones
Don't stop! I ain't finised yet
You say you
c'mon bitch!
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
No don't gimme nothing but a handful of stones
Don't stop! I ain't
of the beast
And this lick here sweet, I'm so flawed
You can put me on the front line
Ass back nicks, I don't represent the gun shy
Thing about the street life
nigga
Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer
I'm still that same nigga, East side I rep that
Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you,
ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka
the record label, "You got forty-eight hours," like Nick Nolte
To restructure the deal, the numbers only insult me
They send satellites to space
And it
Ray: Take the bridge to the East, the Southside
Ali: Dodge the beast, (Whoop), we see 'em comin'
Ali: Fuck them we ain't runnin' we all seventy
When
here in the nick of time
Leave faces erased, kill with another mic, save
Thirteen seconds already elapsed, perhaps
A mass murderer take the set with
When push comin' short I get psycho
So when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol
The nick name: Freeze
I represent: Watts
And if I
When push comin' short I get psycho
So when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol
The nick name: Freeze
I represent: Watts
And if I
ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names
Timex
She ready for this dope boy dialect
In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex
The East Coast meets Kanye West
Death Row reeks underneath my
How I'm going crazy crazy crazy
Bitch I get it
These bitches popping mollies like the
Hippies in the 60's
Bring your ass to East Atlanta
I don't do
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