Lyrics:
still gets cock when the fine hoes jock
Still smoking Indo getting burned out
Still got the orange juice bottle full of gin 'bout to turn out
A show
Buttermilk biscuits
We both made from scratch
You don't know what you're missing
Can't get into that
I can't see you from this distance
Call you,
and proceed with caution
Cause love just don't come round here too often
So take my number, and we'll get together later
And I'll take yours, I'm out like
laaaah
The stages and phases that we go through
In a lifetime may be more than a few
'Cause one day, you're A
And the next, you may have a brand new topic
to him but he was to busy fo that
But I was more then welcome to walk with him
As we walked
He talked and I just listen
He said there's a big
smile and I wanted to say
Can I share it
But if there's somebody that already has it
Can I take it and wear it
We can enjoy it more together
Say the word
yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggas ain't fuckin' with me
[Chorus]
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you
We're talkin' about a thick necked man in the city
Build a pub a blood and sweat
Swears by God he'll stand by justice
He ain't stood by justice
ten, eleven and up
If you bleed, you get fucked- fucked
No not me, not fo'-oh- not fo'-oh
I beat the bitch down with a two by fo'
Eryfuckinday is
they say cause they just bluffin', I got so much
Don't even gotta ask if I get enough, cause, I got so much
Gin in my cup, twenty-two cones I'mma
uh
Pretty much the rest of the time we here
My little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man
I promise
I got-I got-I got-I got so much
gang
Never slip or trip or dip
When I gets fucked up it's gin that I sip
Smokin' on the bomb-ass indo ya know
Chillin' wit' my homie at the show
Sittin'
oh so glad you made it
I'm so glad you could come by
Somebody get the tacos, somebody spark the blunt
Let's start the Narcos off at episode one
Hey yo, call the paddywagon, I've seen a black boy cash stackin'
Smirk on my face screamin', "Fuck the Grand Dragon"
4 the fast cash, we be thinkin' 2
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
Yeah, three niggas from, uh
Three parts of the world come together
You know what? You know what?
In order to keep this thing
Alive we gotta keep
night
She gets freaky
She wants no love
She want to be tie
And get so high
Gin in table
bottle on the ground
And here we go
Run run every
that you might get upset about
But hear me out
I didn't mean nothing by it, I'ma make this quick
I gave your mama this dick
I don't know how it happened
of strangers
We're prisoners in darkness
Rats in a cage with anger
And hunger to fuel our rage
More of the same each bloody day
Best you should stay out of our
and both hands free
No one?s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget?s just stretched so thin
And now there's more coming back from the Mideast war
We can't
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed
on the floor
I was crawling on the ground
A couple of years later, we’re together all the time
I said let’s get married, let’s walk side by side
You said yeah
Store to get some clothes to wear
As we turned around the corner
I saw you standing there
I tried to turn the children
And walk the other way
I prayed
and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed up see'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
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