Lyrics:
the city white lows, blue flags
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just dropped a Urus for the gang
Catch me in the city, young nigga, four chains
Signed
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Dear hater, a playa is definitely in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her
tell by the taste
I hold them records, my niggas keep blowin' that smoke in my section
Your parents might hope you don't go this direction
Got hella
piece
I smoke the west gas they talking about OG
12 On our ass, tuck the .40
4 Woods in my hand, finna smoke with OG
Homie (Uh)
Make me not speak
I smoke
when the back seat's bumpin'?
Do you like a little kick in your coke
Do you like it goin' up in smoke
Do you like it on a gravel road
We can keep
smoke it's for easing my mind
Put a leaf in the sky, eye'm a bee in the hive
Time is Money, charge a fee for my time
Got a sheath on my heat on my side
, the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
while we dancing in the party for sure
Slipped my ho a forty-four when she got in the back door
Bitches looking at me strange, but you know I don't care
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from
beer to the summer smoke
And the Meat Loaf to the Billy Joel
Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls
She goes low on the seats when she
nervous, but I just, uh, I --
Dr. stewart: all right, and you were referred to me by anyone...?
Gary phelps: to be honest with you, I saw your name in
know we got a whole lot, yeah
Spend a whole check at the smoke shop
In my alone thoughts mi gusta la molta, yeah
All of my homies are soldiers
6.4 Pro
been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story's widely told.
How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll
While off in New
Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang
So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover"
I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered
through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang
So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover"
I got the seat reclined, fo-five
Got a black pistol grip pump on the seat
Black tee, O.G., nigga don't approach me
Bubble gum wappin' ass niggas can't smoke me
[Chorus]
[Verse
Justified by Faith, Romans 5:1
Steadfast4Christ
Until His kingdom (Come)
Steadfast4Christ on the mic
Spiritual, lyrical assassin
Castin' out demons by
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
unlock the door and adjust the seat
You just hop in with so much beauty, with so little time and so much to see
We head down the coast and leave the city,
funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna
guys, yeah, it's time to smoke[00:39.33]Always fuck with the people that have a common goal[00:42.43]The music like a pot of gold, I promise we're
and chuck up 4 fingers twist the 2 up in the middle
Now you throwin up a dub come and vibe out wit a nigga
All my west coast niggas Throw yo dubs up
Throw yo
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