Lyrics:
(Monsta's gon' tear it up)
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I
the power of blood
To lick-a-shot in a di street and get your people to run — son
And when a cop dies, we all mortified
But when a cop kills he don't need no
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with two broken legs, trying to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
trying to walk it off
F- you too, call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud barking dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with two broken legs, trying to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill
a clip hecklin cops the hoover king
Ba da bing by the dingaling natural hoover
Ving rhames with a vision clearer than visene
Asian from Beijing
Money
The last call on his mobile phone was back to home
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome
[Cappadonna]
This be the bird's eye view
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
hand right, they dyking by tonight
Call the plug, bad news, tell the story 'til it's boring
Sounding sketchy and he know it, I don't care, I need my
Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three
And are still more amused by prank phone calls
What the fuck is call ID?
My friends say I should act my age
on (later on)
Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
She call my phone like
Da, da
whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corks, kicks by Louis sports and
Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan
Cop
ADD, yeah
ADD, yeah
SUV, yeah
SUV, yeah
D-D-DA
Ooh, I gotta call my friend
Wait a minute, what I say I gotta do again?
Minute to minute, I feel
the wounds, assault and get sued
You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room
Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops
All you see is bitches
my shit real, came up off them pills
Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal
Love how I'm doing, long way from grooving
Bitch call me 2 Chainz,
head
I cop big guns that spit super lead
So, play Superman, end up super dead
Call me Kiss, or da kid from The Lox
That'll twist ya moms out and do
ADD, yeah
ADD, yeah
SUV, yeah
SUV, yeah
D-D-DA
Ooh, I gotta call my friend
Wait a minute, what I say I gotta do again?
Minute to minute, I feel
this
It's the bosss
Multi-millionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Might cop a Benz (whaaat)
Not a regular Benz (Rossss)
bein shortstopped
By a buck-oh-five dick and a booty-ass cop
You figure you're hard 'cause you're a cop see
FUCK WITH ME! I'mma put that ass in a box
hand
Leanin in and out of sedans
Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki
Cops watch the influx of dope
Through
red motherfucker
And my city hot, ride with the itchy cock
Coupe with the titties pop
Motherfuck a city cop
And I got the hater like, when will he stop?
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
the plug for exotics
Said I'm yeah tryna cop it
Cop it
Said I'm tryna cop it
Lit a wood and took off like a rocket
Flip da pack then I made me a profit
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