Lyrics:
cocked back our muscles and lifted 'em up
Then time slowed down (slowed down)
All that mattered was this moment
Bench pressing bodacious babes
In
dropped back
Pull up on your block with the chop cocked back
Pew pew pew, make a nigga walk back
1017 they need to bring the wop back, when I get inside
bitch inside of Bento, fresh as Mentos
Where you get them Js? Jordan sent those
Got my Glock cocked 'case a nigga think he fit those
Then his shit blow
days, we kicking in doors, came up off of pistols
And it's so sad niggas in your hood hating on you
But it's all good, you got niggas cocked and aimed
Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy
You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'
Think I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'
Ain't too
cocked penis mightier than the sword
So I'm sleeping with the whores while I file for divorce
Plain and simple and in short, when it rains, man, it pours
hecklered and cocked,
In California niggas back on the block,
I'm from Compton muthafucka, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty
cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task
Gimme that weed fool and all your loot too
I got a nigga in the back and the blunt for your crew
Loaded and cocked for any hard rock
If you're
straight for your neck, dawg
Razor blade hecklered and cocked
In California, niggas, back on the block
I'm from Compton, motherfucker, the city of Gs
We
kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky
BLIND
Blastin, cocked to the side, blowzin
Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin
I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin
Pullin
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
God (peace God)
He starin' at me hard
Two of his mans with him, I got to hit em
I'm reachin' for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my blast
We'll shock with pistol cocked (This the shit to knock)
Who am I?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my nizzle
With Psychopathic I'm rapping, we
Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by
I'm the unsquashable beef I put
It in your rider
That means that every show I be
Layin in your dressing room
Next to the Henney Rock two times 20 cocked
Talkin bout how you ran
The Island in eighty-nine
Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine
Clanked him what
Winchester here to bless you
'97, big Nas, love out to PR
And we out like that
Keep the gats cocked back
Winchester and Nas, on the rise baby
PR to QB, word up
Feelin' like I got the dons clout
Trigger pawn cocked Glocks spray
Up your moms spot
I ain't playin' wit you, war, fuck pistols
Bring machines, icy bell
Keep the gats cocked back
Winchester and Nas, on the rise baby
PR to QB, word up
PR-NYC, Winchester Yankee
Para Puerto Rico, boricua guerrero
Soy
Feelin' like I got the dons clout
Trigger pawn cocked Glocks spray
Up your moms spot
I ain't playin' wit you, war, fuck pistols
Bring machines, icy bell
spot
Chopping up the crack rock
Keep a quarter piece up in my
Mouth in case the cops watch
Got to keep the Glock cocked
In case I gotta pop shot
Throw
there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no
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