Lyrics:
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
niggas round
Go by the law of the G's, exercise law on them streets
If you dudes talking to them boys, then don't be talking to me
Nigga, I'm barely
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
They just wanna talk bout they feelings
A nigga like me ain't even got time to listen
It's time for yo conversation
A young nigga want conversation
When
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
fuckin' drip
And my wrist, yeah my shit is icy
Nigga you might slip
Better not trip, cuz my nigga shiesty
He stay with a stick
In the whip, yo girl getting
(no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)
Mmm, Young Money,
Whoa, yeah, yeah
When you doing you, and you real fly with it
It's like niggas always wanna check you, know what I'm saying?
Always wanna make sure
there's something wrong
Bitch you gotta get that shit, lil baby whatchu' want?
Hop up on that 6-4 (fo')
4am thuggin' by myself, don't leave alone
Rockin'
nigga
Let's get, get, get money, nigga
If you ain't gettin' money, nigga, you's a funny, nigga
Yo, Atti, go
Real nigga catchin' bodies, boy, you just
That's me by the way
Haha yea oh
Take em down there
I be riding round the city with no care in the world
I ain't worried bout yo bitch you can have
out to them niggas that's thuggin' and still around
Shout out to my niggas that's steadily beatin' trials
Back to back acquittals no snitchin' like free
thuggin for nothin own somethin
Do or ya kids and ya mama
Save the drama
Young nigga hold on
hook
Na it aint no time or no suicidal shit nigga
You get killed up in my section
Funny shit we don't do
Drum on that choppеr, when we ride
Lotta Glocks in thе coupe
They know I’m thuggin’, they be
ain't on nobody papers , I been in these streets since a jit
By myself no gang or label
Thuggin hard can't hang with fakers
I tell Nutt to take off yo top
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
thuggin
Ain't met no nigga who can judge em
Four wheel crazy
Get rich for my cousins
Who am I baby
Can't steal the light from me
Don't shit faze me but
Yeah, yeah, bitch we with the shits
I been wildin' out, been thuggin' hard since the Lor jit
I never forfeit, and if a nigga get up out the line
I blow
dese nigga artificial
Dese niggas some copies
All I kno is I'm a real nigga
Copy cats ion deal wit em.
Free my young nigga Meyham
Certified he
face, amazed by lip gloss
Cherry scent, when the princess spoked yo it bounced off
Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go
donuts (yeah)
Taught myself how to get millions, ain't nobody show us (it's Dolph)
Front my young nigga fifty 'bows, told him, "Lil' nigga, grow up"
Benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin' a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on,
[Silkk]
Hey yo Snoop
Tell Xzibit and Dre to be having that thing bumpin
When I come out there
[Snoop]
That's funky Soopafly
Big Snoop
Intro: Myalansky [Joe Mafia]
Young brotha, take a look around [All ya young niggas]
At the starvation, legal murder [watch yourself blood]
Abortion,
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