Lyrics:
ain't no fair, but you can get fried up
And you can get tied up
And I never lied, never lied once
I was on your side, right beside you
I'm the type
Yep!, uh huh
Once again, it's that Black Drop squad
Ladies and gentlemen, we're about to give you, another one
MP the Great! Get 'em
I'm starting
somebody new I thought I never would
Forget you for I thought then I never could
But time has taken all the pains away
Until now I'm down to hurtin' once
Once again in my 'Lac, strictly sex on my mind
Got the kind so it's time to relax and unwind
I need to get my yak on
Once I get a rock on I'm gonna
Once again in my 'Lac, strictly sex on my mind
Got the kind so it's time to relax and unwind
I need to get my yak on
Once I get a rock on I'm gonna
the bullet
Dying by the gun
And I see this niggas tryna copy
But im one of one
Bickin Back boolin in the lac
Lose a pack, bet I get it back
Flipped a hundred
body and an soul it took control of this hoe once hoe grabbed this pole it was hard for her to let go I'm rocked up just like she like it then suck it
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
You only kill once so do it by yourself
If murder's on your mind don't bring no one else
Once you do it once then everything's a breeze
You only kill
flipping houses brick by brick
Im breaking out of any boundaries that I'm in
Told you once I'd hate to tell you that again
Not looking back to back when you
sizzle picks it a foul out
Package your rap attack, it's for presses and stash
They catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nail
tires see my eyes wide shut
Im a prize for sluts i fuck then ties get cut
Act like you've been here before yall dudes surprised by guts
When she throw it
the cotton field still singing
For old souls on my family tree still swinging
No complaints, got dealt then we played the cards
Southern by location, country
For old souls on my family tree still swinging
No complaints, got dealt then we played the cards
Southern by location, country by the grace of God,
These cocaine wars got my mind in a frenzy
The feds tried to confiscate my 'Lac and my Benzy
Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey
And one
the mainstream. This is A&R-ville.
Where are you from?
I'm from Cadillactica, by way of the underground.
For short, the south
I'm creepin' in that 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff I let it go
(For sure though) You know
Find 'em in the back brim low
I ain't with
in my pants but somehow your bitch attached to it
When I'm in my city, push that bulletproof 'Lac through it (skrrt)
You can't lack through it
Put
up
And now the po' walkin' on the showroom floor buyin' 'Lac trucks
They stuck in the ghetto by choice
But if they go, it's Jacuzzis and condos,
with a gat in the lac by the trap the Bricks Come
You rappers are wack and your craft ain't in tact your shit sucks
You lackin the passion to spaz
ain't pretty
Lacs with 4 doors
For my city, there's no hoes
Big ups to Road Dogg
That nigga keep quarters & O's
Yup, I'm sure I can make shit happen
Kick
Cam's man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like an NBA Jam man
I'm the sandman, I'm a 'Lac you a Grand Am
[Verse 3]
Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by
time (time) for the D-Q
I say who-dee-who
[Static]
Pa** me the courvoisier
It's a party-yea, it's time to play
I see today is a good day
I'm out
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