Lyrics:
pulling pounds
Lift this movement off the ground
Naptowns
We here to get it
So lets get it now
You hated school
So we done with
Sitting down
Taking
Gun by mi side, nuh fraid' ah no boy (ahh ahh')
Yo Matches Lane, Central
When mi die burry me with me gun By me side me nuh fraid ano' boy,
Fraid' ah
tattoos
Back in high school
Bitch I was a bad dude
Fight the biggest nigga
Just to show I was a man
Nigga used to rib me
Cause my momma drove a van
So I
got my first .40
I was up in Central School (Central)
I was ready for to rock out
I'm clocked in for life
Getting cash getting bags
Nigga why tf would I
on read
She's talking smack, her back's too flat
We're not a mix or a match
Central C is a Central G With
Essential Raps and the Essential Racks
And I'm
central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it
I
house goin' crazy, man, it's packed like the central station
Uh, yup (uh), yup, yup, yup, yup (uh)
Big Scarr, bitch, I'm heavyweight, I fuck her, I
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
back to flippin' flower
South Central nigga what?
The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ran
Young enough to be my daughter
My posse
Tonight they're shutting down the borders
And they boarded up the schools
Small towns are rolling up their sidewalks
One last paycheck coming
Tonight they're shutting down the borders
And they boarded up the schools
Small towns are rolling up their sidewalks
One last paycheck coming
experimented life as a young Gump.
Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'.
Spendin' hours at the house, in my favorite chair.
Slow mo', custom
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
hell, my neighborhood is crime central
Where cops lock you more than try to defend you
I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth
And all I see
back to flippin' flower
South Central nigga what?
The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ran
Young enough to be my daughter
My posse
South Central, home of the warzone where the great thugs roam
Where we ain't promised nothing but shell-bullet wounds and tombstones
Every man for
J Silk, my ace boon coon
On me JT would've been proud of you
We used to mob to McDonalds
Every day after school
Or Shakey's for pizza if our
Allowance
determined to blow
Gotta get that money we allergic to broke
Me and thug we do it for the west coast
East side Watts side south central
Go on put them things
Now the next place is kinda risky if you're walkin with your mother
Y'all can get shot if she wears the wrong color
They're all from the old school
Pearl High in Mississippi,
The West Side Middle School in Arkansas
From South Central to Harlem world, one love
I know it's gonna be a brighter day
experimented life as a young gump
Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'
Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair
Slow mo', custom funk
going to
Try to do away with music
(a prime cause of unwanted mass behavior)
It's sort of like a really cheap
Kind of high school playthe way
It might
like karate shoes
Doc, turned velcro when night falls
Central Park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tai-Bo five flows
Lizard, Centipede, Snake - I'm a killer
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