Lyrics:
pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
I love my big booty bitches
My life a Godfather
[Kyleon]
I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox
Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks
Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks
No
it's the moment you fear
Just think, by the day over, one of us ain't gon be here
Used to ride with a bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin solo
He's dressed
in a room
I'm a gangsta, you are just a goon....Boom!
I'm like that! You can tell by the way I walk
You can tell by the way I talk
I'm above these
never been no gangsta
But I know niggas
Know niggas from the darkside
There's some cold killas, cold killas
(My man, he used to tell me)
"My nigga, you
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by
The police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean
They say money make the world go 'round
So only
Yea
Yo
Aight check it out yo
Yo Fa'eva
Cradle to the grave is pain
Starin at a clouded a window fogged out by the rain
Seein visions of myself
the gangsta life, rollin with the beast
Came from a broken home, chillen in the streets
Thought he needed guns so he’s grippin on the heat
Addicted
[T.I]:
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop this.
A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R.
Bring em back to life beats
this cold ass world
Life unfolds, I unload to keep my sanity
I guess it's just the B-I T-C-H in me
Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
Throughout the years 'n months 'n days
When life used to pass by in a daze
And I was posted simply gettin faded, just waitin
Livin life with the eye for
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look
Got one life to live and I give mine to the set nigga
Catch him, four five six, better play your role
a Mag
You a fag, you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
Never say that I'm a gangsta (now that's gangsta
the gangstas
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you know I'm sayin'
Check this out
I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, where we
some hang, hang, and some slangin'
Others gang bangin'
I'm tryin' to make it out the hood with this gangsta rap
And stay TRU to the game,
be life
Get rid of the bitch
'fore I get rid of you bitch
I'm sick of you bitch
No hands on ya, rubberbands on ya
I ain't talkin' like a stripper
Pay!
life, it’s like I’m not from Earth
These people try to know me, but they’ll never learn
If you see my by myself please do not get concerned
Cuz I’m
gangstas
My og told me that you getting too much money you need to go buy you a banger
Got shot in the leg by my cousin so what i look like putting trust in
The hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life. In that box is the D-word
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
Real gangsta livin' in a city full of gerbs
Clutchin' on a glicky selling rocks on a curb
Fiends in the street blasting all of my words
But you
Let me tell you guys a story bout a bitch named Millz
He's a wannabe gangsta but can't even afford grillz
That's why he's dating a dental assistant
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