Lyrics:
the medals in the warfield of respect
Like an ill porno make ya body get wet
Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow
Hoping that my shit
as hell
In my mind I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
By keepin' gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And I know you hoes wanna roll with me
I shoot by the bar - place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn water
I head
White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your
ya mind, homie
Just rhyme, homie
Kick ya little lies, I kick my real facts
Like you sneakn out the back of the source soundlab
We wasn't chasin, naw,
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
When I come outta court, yeah, I pop the cork
I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk
In the hood if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya I'm about
what I own on my forehead, huh
But I doubt that, and now ya want to back out
Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house
I'm macking 'n
(Yeah, man) (ay, ay, ay)
Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids
We look like some crumbled hunnids
Blunted out, then fuzz is
another nigga off the chain as me
I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yourself
Bet you won't, meet
And I don't think that I can stop it, here it comes
I do my best to try to block it, redrum
I've been sipping on like, vodka, head's numb
I'm
The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn
know I'm in a corner
I know I'm falling over
Looking off my shoulder, ay
I never should've told ya
Now I'm falling over
No crossover, ay
Always
my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
Bust my thang on her then I Alley Oop outta that
The shit that I be smoking, you can get by flight
Coast
thick but still lick through and through
Always wanted a guy to come and try
To get sly and try to get by my
Ain't it a treacherous style that's
[Chorus]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holler (ay)
Just here for your amusement
locked up, don't forget, ay
All us ain't locked up
Ya heard me?
Forever we bang, ya heard me? We ain't never been tamed
Yeah, we gon' be forever
clique tight know ya goals
Don't speed slow ya role don't speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbecue ya body
With beans outta the shotty while
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
bout?
i been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
i was workin on the album i was listenin now
then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it
to count
Got a lot of crack heads trying to get in my house
This ho say she hungry, put my dick in her mouth
If she help me hit a lick, then I'm icing her
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