Lyrics:
Yo, you listenin' to Ryda Radio, bitch!
Tune this in! Fuck y'all!
Fuck y'all bitches! Rydas!
I'm resurrected by the faith of my streets
And I delete
Flow 'round by the wind
(Flow motion)
Flow 'round by the wind
(Flow motion)
[Layzie Bone]
Ride wit me
Ride wit me
Who is that cun wit
(my nigga)
Down ta get this mothafuckin' party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
Down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
crackin'
So gentlemen, nothin' but all bad bitches, welcome 'em in
Smoke a little fire, let it begin (ah)
Ready for a Kush shotgun
But I'm watching
from)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
And these niggaz don't look like they want to tussle (fuck 'em)
I'm a creep to the who-ride - all by my lonely
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit
and all the feds gon be my murder plot
Money cash hoes by the dozen
Never started crackin' bitches started cookin' onions
Now my weed habit always funded
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
bull shittin'
The floor's crackin' again he screams help someone
And then smashed down right through it like something engulfed him
There once was a man
It's nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe
Snake
party crackin'
Nigga back in so we can smoke a dub
down ta bump all these bitches at the club (Yaeeyaae)
show me love
Chorus:
We be clubbin'
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Crackin the seal by myself
Hangin it off of a bridge
Slimmin my way to another binge
Skippin along and I'm barely rhymin sorry
Smokin along what I
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
of bougainvillea
I feel ya
I have your number and I dialed it up a hundred times
Barely there, your voice is crackin' up across state lines
Loving you, you're
keep 'em up
I go chemo, givе you cancer
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer
Dummy got got by the woos
Would have got away
If he pulled his pants up
I hold that
Shoutout to 6o' I'm real
He see the vision, it's clear
Danny he crackin' a seal
And that money it came by the mail
Hop in the phantom go ghost
Taking
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P.
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
Yeah
Dealin' with these demons
Got me fightin' in my head again
Crackin' heads on cement
Now my palms are bloody red
My friends
Never seem to come
It was a Sunday night around 8:30 pm
I was rollin' by myself in the Benz leavin to a park
Bangin' some of the homie fattone's classic shit
So I'm
Crackin' niggas jaws
Running hoes into walls
Niggas yelling North North
Hoes screaming North North
Crackin' niggas jaws
Running hoes into walls
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