Lyrics:
Cal white Impala, he was that nigga in the party
Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention
Plus we from the part of city that they barely
up from behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin, sippin on something 90 proof
>From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth
By any
behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin, sippin on something 90 proof
From the floor to the roof, I spit this game to youth
By any means, dreams
bout 40 floors
I was in the 'jects slanging dope by different corner stores
Now these bitches wet kus they see me open foreign doors
Use to get excited
People started talkin bout the old me
Never needed nothin but an o z
Drivin down the nineteen to the forty
Comin back and chillin with the homies
the finest of whips
But its still 240 on the 40 with your shorty
And I aint been toxic in a while so I imma kick her out by the mornin
Listen, don't feel no
Feel invincible stemmed from the principles
I’d print what I’d idolize, permitted by the principal
Pickin’ what we wanna do and knowing what we’re gonna
and the cologne made it easy.
You bathed yourself in city fumes and sang yourself the city tunes
They passed down from the hip priests of sofia.
The emblems
city shit
I give her that big round That 40 clip
She gone suck this dick now I’m on this shit
She gone suck this dick now I’m on my shit
That bitch my
crush the cycle in which that's condemning
We the people we are as one the feeling's never empty
Stick together through this weather we will claim
as the sun goes down distract you from the birds
And this dusk is worth a million words
Look you homeward angel
This great city is falling down
Fly you
from the nang death cookie
duely compensated by saturation of rookies
No self pity and no savin' the children
No romance, dancin' and group hugs
No
the bridges that weve been burnt not by waving a gun, not by praying to gods son theres a lesson to be learned sick of living a life in peril, need to escape
ugly
His gang members 39 but fuck it I brought a 40
Man you know Charli D'Amelio from TikTok that's my shawty (Cap)
Sorry I meant Cousin, man you know
old
Ringin' around the collar, borrowin' a dollar, check my balls
Dirty drawers, see the kitty suckin' titties
Video watchin' lush from the city
from the ghetto, a kiddie from the city
I don't feel sorrow, and I have no pity
To run up on you, and wax plus tax
Your gold, your money, and from your
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
Yeah in da south this shit get sticky
Bitch we rock yellow tape
Fuck around and reach for my gun
I wet yo ass like a lake
I'm from da same city where
a whole forest
I'm walking 'em down I'm feeling like Jason, catch him in person he turn into Forest
He from the city but act like tourist, got me a G-Lock
G's on really old coal
Sold by a business with a really cold soul
That's why I stroll through the city low-pro
And I'm taking back the sparkles that
know you
But it's crazy how they love to you when you make on Yo own
Pistols clapping, 40s popping, bodies dropping everywhere
Don't come to my city, it
unlock the cage
You scared of my teeth, you scared of my fangs
You're cutting my claws so I can't escape (You think I can't escape?)
Wrap me in paper,
a dirty ass glove,
Cus I'll be looting your cash,
And boot in yo ass,
Up out of your fortune and fame,
One false move from yo man Im hitting his ass,
My
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