Lyrics:
gettin' down
Everyone's aight
And they dig the sound
So my chicharon in saturated fat
We ain't tryna hold nobody back, back
So tell your mama come
gettin' down
Everyone's aight
And they dig the sound
So my chicharon in saturated fat
We ain't tryna hold nobody back, back
So tell your mama come
weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
Yo I'm happy to be in the south
To set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
Yo this Kenny
smooth as Uber
You ain't safe nowhere, niggas poppin' broad day
Over a hundred hoods from La Cieanega to Broadway
Better tap the fuck in like fuck what
side of the streets of the chi,
But I was taken away,
cnd I won't deny
The pain I gained but I still will rise.
‘Cuz the hood is still in me
cnd it's
mami, can you keep it
I'ma put a baby in yo stomach, I want you to keep it
Rollin' off dem percs, I hit a black and I ain't even freak it
Sippin cough
on a Kawasaki, I hate niggas like I'm Nazi
I'm on alot of Roxy, try to say, "No" to drugs, but they don't listen
Always givin' back to youngins in the hood, I
Aye, pass me the perc
Yeah, okay
Feel like Mayweather, cause I'm undefeated
Got out the hood, and they just can't believe it
I'm with yo bitch
the way you down
Keep it not like crochet
I love the hood in you I'm really good in you
Let's continue throwing darts it won't hit you
You finer than a Muh
but give a fuck bout the fame
I Gotta plug on the drugs and in my hood I’m the mane
Getting money a hunnit sum ways I’m up 200 from plays
Quick reflex
And faking too much
Go back to building yo Skills
Not building yo pills
I've got no tolerance
For dumbing down the Audience
With no intelligence
Please go
Johnny richter, bdub, big pak, lou, munchyz the heavy hitter
[Hook]
Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
It's in my backpack , but you can't
them eyes, you gone be in for a surprise
You know you ruin niggas lives with yo sexy ass (Look at yo ass)
I'm tryna open up them thighs with your sexy
Sonic Booms
These cats act calm, but they break the most
Yo, I went on Fear Factor and ate the host!
The rhymes stay hard
So many hits in New York they
the crime don way back to pauls that's my liquor store my hood where I swang my balls for you young niggas that ain't know that really don't know the name
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned one of y'all
songs made by me, I ain't lyin'
Feel like Superman, in the sky I be flyin'
Take inspiration from others but this is my thing
Like I'm the Green Lantern
Back when I was younger
Very ambitious but often blinded by my hunger
Some say I dream too big
And my dream gon' take me under
Beneath
itching to burn down
No fiction all facts
What I put in my raps
Get hit in his cap we don't own gowns
Really I'm good where I'm at
Put the hood onna map
See I done been discriminated against
Talked about by my friends
Played a fool by women
And had a daddy with no feelings
I lived in ghettos with
to the money we lost in the way back…
Wo! Teba bawalo aje wo elebawabo…
Ryhms enumi so poisonous like a python…
Kawa shama pawo dele that’s what my nigga’s stand
[Master P]
Yo C, that's where your boo stay at?
Oh they ballin' like that huh?
What they think about you fool?
Chorus [Erica Foxx]
Boy they
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