Lyrics:
up in a max
Penatentary, sending me letters i answer back
That eventually, we all be bentley'ed out
Throwing campaigns, f*** it I'm running for
Why'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!
Cypress Hill!
Yo yo yo, all my niggas say jump
god damn city up
Inside that long white milky Bentley like I just picked Diddy up
Think about that while you doubt that, you a fake mac, you can't
stay down and
Stack them racks tall (Them racks tall)
Long as I’m gettin' these fronts
I got yo' back, dog
(Yo' back, dog) cop that Bentley coupe and
Get
Uh
(uh)
Someone made a mess in my account (someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a Patek in a panic (yes, yes)
Bode, Bentley addict, I go
Use to neigborhood run at 12 from police
Aint never join a gang but surrounded by the streets
Throwing big rocks at cars then we had to flee
[Chorus]
Ha ha ha ha ha check out the fisad
On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe
Yeah
My bitch like Kali Uchies but she shaped like Renni Rucci
You tryna get bossed up then you gotta give me coochie
I don't play by the rules
Uh
Someone made a mess in my account (someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a Patek in a panic (yes, yes)
Forty Bentley addict, I go manic
poetic genius
My thread of conscious
Handcrafted by the hands of a seamstress
Black atom, my mathematics
Defines quantum physics
This is gold metal rap
I
felt
Got a chop' in the back of the Bentley (yeah)
Loaded more than forty shots, so it had to be fifty
They throw parades for a nigga, we back in
to find them better bend'em
'cause I just spoke to Polly Fontaine
Shit ain't a game, and Sean feel the same
So why'all niggas betta get on point
[P.
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
When I go to bed at night, I see my dreams so vividly
When I wake up in the morning, play this shit like DVD
All my life, I stack this up like
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
ha ha check out the fisad
On the face of rap, so we gon raise the bar
A mil on the crib, mean a quarter on the car
Bentley coupe another short
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
[Twista:]
Girl u remind me of my jeep and my s5
First I was on top of you now u sayin lets ride
Freakin yo body so good I give you wet thighs
When we get
niggaz is couraged, I get wild
So don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me
to the lucky broad
A Bentley Coupe, a bless in the backseat
First day, once they hand over them keys
Couple of G's, I'm trickin' on the watermelon trees
So
(My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh
Niggas better get it right, bitches better get it right (yeah, uh)
I got a license to kill so I steer the gat
Smooth Remy, tool skinny, but hold plenty
.22 long contact, new Bentley
No miles yet, curve backs and cruise and he
Bring it back when you through with
so long, had to get reacquainted with the neighbors
On the block all these cash we been rakin'
Way before the rap when I was writin' verses
We was
the front for I
With a DVD player playing porno nonstop
I'm so fuckin' high
I don't want to drive anymore
So I crashed in the back of my x-girl's 4x4
Can
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