Lyrics:
the same place
Plot thickens, it's all about the strategies
I look down in my bag and see a stack of cheese
Start making calls, buying artillery
Landmines
weekend you cleared a mill no cheatin'
Who gives a fuck wat dey speak jus keep movin' leadin'
You from da place of dem heedins cops need to see dem
For
like 50 Glocks
My whip 2 grips, drive by empty out a clip
Black Card, Black Car, Drive it forwards like a NASCAR
Dumb Ops, drop top, pull up on you
a bitch
Call me Niggarace each finger, it glists
You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this
"Daddy"
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
I'm sure y'all heard about my dad
Da, da, da, daddy, daddy, daddy
This one goes out for everybody that
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
ride and reside at
My zone, the place that I call home
Is the world from Philadelphia to Rome
Picture me, ayy, entrepreneur with my nigga DA
Rockin'
Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops
and mad props cause I ran
make me spend them bands on you (she gon' make me spend them bands)
Birkin bag, let you cop 'em by the two (go, go, by the two's?)
All these furs,
on a dime
That faraway shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear-
We haven't got time!
Bum-bum-bu-bum-bum bum-bum
La-da-da-da-da da
left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with
on (later on)
Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
She call my phone like
Da, da
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
still throw yourself at me
That's what I call pitchin' a bi-
That's why I'm swinging at these chicks on sight
Long as I got a bat and two balls, it's
da-da, da-da da-da
(Two thou' style) da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
Aye yo tha alkies set the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD,
Fish scales and bells and giving street niggas record deals (I am)
Presidential level six da Lamborghini bulletproof
Two-some on the dash and you
halfs, no wedge will give ya hash
I'll join ya 2, but do ya niggas smoke a blunt of this
You wanna smoke wit me, don't bring no bullshit
Da blue, thumpin',
Uh..uh
Now there's two ways we can do this, keep it real or front
I know you got what I need and I got what you want
And the hunt for soulmates is
every one of the licks, 'cause I was supposed to be rich
I don't care nothin' 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is
Put it in a Uber, send it
Petite nice body, skin and face sick
One I could shop with
Go uptown and cop with
She not a thug girl but my down chick
She know how to roll the weed
what I'll probably hear
Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me
And look lovely with it
Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly
standing on two feet
While I make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat
You know it's realer killer, realer than you can imagine
Using every source of pain
the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
Cops on the corner always ignore
Somebody's
to your spot, two Glocks in the pump
Nigga fuck what you need
Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be
Me in the dub late night by the robbery
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