Lyrics:
super bad my loving
Spidey senses get da tingling if the
Police coming
I can spot a nigga pussy just by
How he clutch it
In the shootouts I count da
No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep
No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill
Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children
Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep
trunk
This gelato mixed with da skittles
The runtz one
He ain't think I had dog shit I had to up one
There ain't really shit in my city we open doors
We
gouda from Diego
Color money w/ da peso... blue agave by da case load
Private chef'n when I'm side stepping...
U should tell me what you got a taste fo’
don’t da vibe when I’m hittin a lick
But She love when we do the extreme
Stick in da trunk wit a hundred round drum Fascinated by heavy machines
Fly
the days I'm gettin' paid by da hour
Been in the wood to long for da shit to go sour
When da feign come i'm a give em what da want
The definition
the dick, in your mouth
Take it out and take a lick
Every Ho is a bitch
And every bitch is a ho to get turned out
We putting these hoes on da house
Well I
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
with a clothesline
I'ma have to catch a nigga slipping in my own time
I just took da flame on a private ass plane
Out to Massachusetts catch this
finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin
We pull up we got bottles and blunts
We pull up we got sticks in the trunk
Who you want all these bitches for us
Just have fun and let's get drunk
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
Dun kno ya bun one grand
Putting out grass in the hand
Dun kno ya blast one man like Grraah
Ay, Brraah
Dat war, mana last summer by the bank
Huh, Shea
the Sun dopefiends see me they break out In a run I need that Blue thing wit dat Trunk up in da front stop my bread an Butter ya whole family done
up to the front
Den I hopped in da trunk
Den I told a story bout da gurl wit da bunz
She had a apple bottom skinny waist
Shake dem bunz all in my face
“Don’t you ever come back again”
Couple months went by
Went drinking one night
Came home passed out asleep
And she showed up drunk with a jack in her
popsicle huh
Boomin alot of dope woah
Way too much cash dont fold
We riding wit life in the trunk do not swerve on the road
I hit me a lick then skurt
would be bookin' from me
Shook when ya see Nelly rollin' in the GS-3
Hangin out the sunroof like "bing, bing
Bing" back the car up, pop the trunk now
Can
Trunk in da front not da back
Uh
Big big guns like a vet
Imma aim for da head and I hit em in da neck
Uh
Pull up in da skuurt umm beeep beep
Bobby
But surving here is must
I can here the bass in my trunk
Boomin out the back seat hear the Face in the trunk I'm facing a blunt
Writing in my diary
5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see
Whatcha find
When the wolves see sheep
1 deep in the moonlight
Glock in my jeans
Pop go the peace
By any means
I promise
I go go get it
(Hook)
I'm on da
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