Lyrics:
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never
Calls its final destination
Can you choose another track?
Will I wake up from these violent dreams?
With my hair as white as the morning moon?
dig)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (you dig)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (you dig)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh
true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix
Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it don't stop
I want to Go Back...back in the time
I want to Go Back
I want to Go Back...go way back
true G)
(What you got's) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix
bitches that was hard to fuck
I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
Back when my
six-coupe
Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out
The block for distances, givin' long kisses bitch
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss your ass goodnight
on the mic and turn it out
We're talking root down, I put my root down
And if you want to battle me, you're putting loot down
I said root down, it's time
a love story on the silver screen
Then put the song in the trailer, you see it in-between
The nightly news and the shows you be watchin' on the sofa
She
and caressing bitches
And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels
What I'm dealing with is all devils, fucking with snakes
Running wit niggas you call rebels
You can call this my new shit, but it ain't new though
I got rid of my old bitch, now I got new hoes
First it was the Benzo, now I'm in the Enzo
ain't trusting a mothafucka
It's picture perfect semi up in my surface
What your hands shaking for is there
Reasons you should be nervous?
Probably got
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what
Let's bring it back to them blocks off the new lots
Who a cop, nigga? I started from the shoe box
You grew a lot
But I schooled you how to do drops
In my
If you want it, boy, you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina, nigga
They call me gangsta, gangsta (yeah)
Weezy,
for the drama
Lookin for another baller
To hit and never call her
All in vain
Life in the Lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice
told her, "Stop breathin'"
He try do what I do, but we not even
I want all of the beef, I am not vegan
Boy, you said it was smoke, nigga, stop
one day and discovered this DJ who was mixin'
I say it to this day, if you ain't listened to the The Wizard
You ain't have a fuckin' clue what you was
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
straight trick or treating
What ya eatin
I ain't got no words for you
Fuck speakin, ain't part of my crew
Face look too brand new, who?
Niggas ain't
don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We gotta
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