Lyrics:
thing
From the third ward to the ninth ward, it's our thing
It's a N.O. thing, an N.O. thing, an N.O. thing
Throw your hood up and claim nigga, it's
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
you jive turkey
Watching me through goggles
I throw hollows at James Worthy
Spin your head like an owl, I'm wild
I drive Fergies that's that white thing
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
angel arms
[Lil' Rock]
I'm put on the Earth route to do things, known by two names
The voter Lil' Rock, yo let's start a new game
I'm a throw docks
it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday
Got shooters I ain't totin
Fuck that shit you smoking
Say you got a problem with me
Better be totin
Fuck that shirt you got on
Fuck shit only
Split your
giving me pounds
But not too close though, the semis' around
Bitches, running they mouth, goons
Running your gate my team running the block
Cops running my
And wrap your arms around a nigga every time I kiss you
Can you visualize the picture, me and you in ecstasy
Don't be upset, it's good sex, when you next
if I don't let her choke on it
She just wanna spit on it then do a split on it
Ugh
Awe my bad bro
I ain't know this was your Hoe
But Aye check me out
luck charm or somethin' like that, huh)
(J.E.)
Every time that something good happens in my life
You're always there for me, looking good by my side
By myself
All alone
Burn my pictures in the fireplace
These nights are so cold
Dreaming 'bout my arms around your waist
And I don't grow old
Keep my
wouldn't be shit
You said my fans will stop supporting me if they found out that we split (shit)
Say everything around me'll fall apart if you not in
done spread around the world
Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer
Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Straight spoon your living room
your arms to the heat
You reach 137 then you’re
Dead, you’re below 50, feel me red
You don’t know that I make no sense
And I don’t make change
I only
brothers keeper.
Got that fuckin' tank around your fuckin' neck nigga fuckin' right.
Nigga.
[Chorus]
Throw them things, don't make me throw them
me you down
When I come around
I came to spend some money
Show me you down
Im tryna hit that back of your throat
You so fine when you hit that stroke
you want me, but you can't outlove me
Throw your arms around me, but you can't out touch me
Give all you got and nothing less
But girl, it still comes
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
psychotic, when possess by bodies
Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from
My head to my nuts
You got me sweatin' like
luck charm or somethin' like that, huh)
(J.E.)
Every time that something good happens in my life
You're always there for me, looking good by my side
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
And I don’t need yours bru I got my own supply
We do this all the time creating a party vibe
Wave your hands in the air let me feel the atmosphere
causin' massive suicides, go when it's time
We bringing Armageddon early, walk around this bitch with a 30
I'm too protected, can't nothin' hurt me, dump
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