Lyrics:
Chorus 1 begin:
It went from smoking wit da homies
smoking’ by myself
cuz aint kno who to trust (aint kno who to trust)
It
ooh yeah
You lovin' on Chuck
Fuckin' wit Chuck, ooh yeah
Swerve in a Rover
I told her come over
Roll like a boulder
Never cold shoulder
Ya girl
wit niggas that's the same, roll around witta gang
Rollin to school my bang, bang, hang out
I'm sellin dope to strung-out fiends who always kept green
and ya girl clothes
[Verse 2]
By the way,
I came from the block and I'm bringin' the block wit me
And I came by myself, but I'm bringin' ya bitch wit
Hey young girl how you feelin' today
Girl your body just brighten my day up
See you have now been approached by a playa'
But baby I won't play ya
black and white Boolie hang with Cruella
That child dev-ille
Pussy boy get real
I'm offda red pill
Vocals on Neyo
Ain't poppin' beans though, I cannot sit
big brothers was thuggin', nigga
Look, sometimes you gotta pop out and punk niggas
Like, even if my momma fuck wit' ya, I wouldn't fuck wit' ya
Go
it, after that swallow it
Stand by baby where you at huh?
Raise ya hand high
You dont suck, what? that's a damn lie
Got red rye my man ride my fam
want it wit my
Shooter then nigga pull up
Than he'll knock ya ass off 4 like 10 u
A coward if u kill a nigga in the night
Than say u gangsta well kill
aim and bust
Lady Luck, Paul Cane, who could bang wit us
Ya talkin' greasy like Paul ain't a nigga wit fire
Like I ain't got guns or killers for hire
the way I come out wit the gear
This jacket these shoes don't
Come out this year
So if you love ya girl don't
Let her come out this year
If you leave her
Bustas! Ridas!
(The goin' out wit they hoodie on!)
Man, I hope they don't think I'm a rob em' with this hoodie on!
Yeah dog, I got stopped by the cops
With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who want to come and see, come and test me
Take about a million MC's to wet me
For Run-D.M.C. I let
if its about pots of that hot shit
You know that we hungry and we Never lonely we run in ya spot wit Dem chopsticks
Who got the food im pulling up
walls down
Jus to make alot of room
Or you can get caught up in spotlight Or wen they askin
Nigga who's hot as you
Knowing deep down in ya soul
You just
most niggas I tote trigga
For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga
That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I'm on ya ass like
Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones
Shyeah
Keep ya eyes open
For them jackers, baby
It's goin' down
Even though the laws patrollin'
fix it
Everything that you got, that shit probably old
I know my partners wit' me
Ain't no stoppin' this shit, the sky is the limit, yeah
Who gon'
yeah, hey
Ay, yeah
Ay, yeah
[JD]
Said all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
Make you dance wit' me
See all I wanna do is make ya dance wit' me
plucked cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the
Name of Kurupt growin' up crazy cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
So
be in a Columbian necktie
We don't respects by
Half-ass niggas
Blast niggas
Gas niggas who won't blast
The sect die
All: 2X
Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones
Shyeah
Keep ya eyes open
For them jackers, baby
It's goin' down
Even though the laws patrollin'
It's amazing to me homie
That nigga's you fuck wit dawg
You don't know the truth about these niggas
Till ya'll fall out the more you show a nigga
you know who to holla at
I got that wood and I keep it swinging it like a bat!
Shawty got it and she know just what she doin wit it
Got the whole room
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