Lyrics:
1, 2, 3 (7)
Let it go and be free (it's Heaven)
4, 5, 6 (the Door)
Leave all 'em stones and sticks (3+4)
7, 8, 9 (damn)
Baby you so damn fine (hot
a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
niggas couldn't blow with C4 strapped to your belly
I snuck up out the parks where niggas be living heartless
And cannot tell the difference between
girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers
I get more in depth if you boys really real enough
This is la Familia, I'll explain later
But for now,
up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
Mwa, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four
I live in a small town . . . deep in LA
About five miles north of where the Lakers play
Everybody here's from someplace else
Working all together
[Intro]
My beat forever
4 Ever My Beat, 4 Ever My Beat (echoes)
4-4-4-4-4 Ever My...
[Daddy-O]
4 Ever My Beat, this beat is mine forever
Squeezed off on em paramedics tried CPR
And 3
4s of his heart the young boy coughed on em
Who Shot ya? 5th sing like Sinatra
These hollow tips we call
Em
back
I don't play that x 4
I like bitches like you
5'2" wearing light blue
The freak get high too
With a fly dude
Not a Erika Badu
"One, two, three, four, five, six"
It was late in the mornin' of November
She was loading up the wagon in the rain
She said she'd be back in
Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya know
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my top let
style, more sicker than yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
as my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
Shit's official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's
a four
And I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show
I'm blessed from the do', and known for my stidile
I send a nigga baby mamma home with a smidile
as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light
Put
(La-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la) it's YG 4Hunnid
(La-la-la-la-la)
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Uh, tell 'em where I'm from
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
really fast, boy
Ever since I went to Marfa
Ain't no trouble on my mind (on my mind, on my mind)
Singin' sweet songs to Las Vegas
Singin', "I will
break down, we break down, we break down
He's servin' time, locked down
And she don't want nobody to know,
His daughter twenty five pounds
By
Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all
break down, we break down, we break down
He's servin' time, locked down
And she don't want nobody to know,
His daughter twenty five pounds
By
real B-Dogg, to the table right now
Yeah, we goin' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
Have you ever seen
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Son las 5 de la mañana
Y no eh dormido
Cierro los haces y sueño contigo
Lo que yo siento no me hace sentido
Por eso yo te escribo
Y Cuando te
Four o'clock, I've been walkin' all night
It's the time I always think of you
If you could only see through my eyes
Then you'd know just what I'm
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