Lyrics:
hitting stains
the mob life runs through my veins
its too late for me to change
these streets got me deranged
strapped up and paranoid
ready to add
drowning out my cup
Pour a, Shot up, after shot up, after shot
Oh no
New bottle, reload
It's time, we go
Our separate ways
Maybe meet again another day
Uh oh
came back strapped with them rat-tat-tat-tats
And it always ends up fucked up
When the innocent die it'll have yo brain stuck
It'll have yo brains stuck
grabbing bottle after bottle
Drown the pain and say Salute I been working by my lonely there ain't
Nothing I can't do, sip on the bottle I don't feel
changed on me I can't fuck with you
It was really up & was stuck with you
Thought blood was thicker than water I had love for you
Alotta shit I let go by
carefree 'cause my life it got to crazy
But tonight it's goin' down so go on and come through
I got money in the bank, I got models by the pool
Cruisin'
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
it easy
Model after model, I know you see me
Go bottle after bottle like a genie
Shakin' up the bottle like it's graffiti
I'm never cappin', I
the kitchen
Pray the lord gon' forgive us
Go to war with the realest
For the love of Benjis, saw it in my dinner
I went from captain to K
Catchin' a bus
the same
I just wanna go back
I just wanna know that
I'll be okay
Staring at the mirror
Sweat dripping down my face
And it's alright
Tell myself it's
up in major Magics
Dressed as the maintenance man
In a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket
With a gauge to blast it
And sped away in the station
with the garden snakes up where the blades will grow
Chop it up, cut em down, now go take a look around
And you'll see the only G is me cause I'm a Guru
the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, yeah...
It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
"Get your butt up out
Nine co-defendants and snitchin' wasn't
The worst case had a hard time givin' my
Name and my birth date
But nowadays niggas go to jail
And it's
Tryna dance?
Lets go
Where we at?
West coast
Uh!
Shawty just brought it up to the ceilin
Im sippin it out the bottle
Got my middle finger up
Oh man
Fuck
dat, pop that)
Everything on us now (Twerk dat, pop that)
Turn down for what now (Twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
Bag it up, turn around now (Twerk dat,
to get scrappy in this bizz naive
I spin his hair right around
Yes I did my G
He wanted to run up and get with the gun up because it was whizz by me
in a choke hold
Impossible to breathe
But it won't let go
Maybe its just me that wont let go
If there's someone
Better for me than i won't know
All up
the 212
Givenchy on my goddamn shoe
Bad bitch gonna see what it do
Stack it up
It go straight to the roof
Hopped out
In the 212
Foreign drip
Yea they know
you up in bout a week or two, see what it do
I wanna slide with you
Funny I ran into you, I'm bout grab me bout a bottle or two and
I wanna slide with
From the courtyard, I floated in
And watched it go down
Heard the cup drop
Thought, "Well
That's why they keep them around"
The blackguard sat
there hunchin' in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go? (y'all nasty)
and to her they listen
Fuckin up yo life, rape on the listing
Say it ain't so, weezer flow on this bitch
Cookin in the kitchen, no hook on this bitch
And I
foot in the water you know how that go
Man her s*** so wet it's so water she throw it back so
Good, wife her up? Man I should
But baby I got's to go, I
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