Lyrics:
a exit
They know it's a thousand cutters hittin' off if they come for me
Uno gang, twenty-seven, they gon' gun for me
ABK gon' broad day you and get it
until you had enough
Of that good ol sicky stuff
And girls they come in runnin over again with that STICKY 24-7
Your sticky good I can't lie
It taste
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
Deep in seven duce dos dogs
Going to the club, coolin' with the thugs
We gon rock, get high, hope to fly
When we in the 305, we get live (Nigga What)
I'm
out of beer
Yah you're crazy
I'm not your 24 hour, 7 day, 711
Your local Git-N-Go, always available
Not your Flying J, Speedway, E-Z Mart, Circle K
heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what)
Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and
Hood full of real niggas, 24/7 hustlers
(Ugh) until
I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha)
I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours
You say you broke ho, look here miss me
It be
just f**kin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, take that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say s**t already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang
Ballin hard 24 7 shit me and my niggers
Hold up a second i tell you a story
I never come second from glory to glory
Now king of your city
My essence be
Bitches clockin' on his dick 24/7
Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting
Rollin' '64 with the fresh ass Daytons
Living in Compton,
getting jealous because I got it like that
Cruise by the way on my cellular phone
Spend a hundred thousand dollars on a brand new home
Dog in the front
See you pray for mud
When you climbing out the pits only up from this
You late as hell I see you straddling the fence
Should've been my bitch 24/7
I shine
Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog
I shine
Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog
Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog
Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog
alone
Weeping my heart out till cold grey dawn
D9
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Bullets fly 9-5 24/7
Money, Bl Blood, Bullets
Money, Bl Blood, Bullets
Bullets fly 9-5 24/7
Money, Bl Blood, Bullets
Money, Bl Blood, Bullets
52,000
Bitches clockin' on his dick 24/7
Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting
Rollin' '64 with the fresh ass Daytons
Living in Compton,
What's up n****z?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all)
I know there's n****s out
Running for the money bag chaser
Pulling off like a drag racer
Pedal to the medal past haters
All my homies getting mad paper
My grind 24/7 this shit
the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like
asking for nuts (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just asked for putt (fore)
So when you come up to my trap you're just asking for us
[Chorus]
They say
& make somethin . ya know .-
If its one thing i know well is how to get my grind on .
24/7 erfectin' to keep the rhymes strong.
stackin' my paper. waitin'
on his dick 24/7
Plus he's makin' money, keep the base heads waiting
Rollin' '64 with the fresh ass Daytons
Living in Compton, California CA
His Uzi up
What's up, dog?
What you need, nigga?
Ah shit, one time
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
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