Lyrics:
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
We roll deep, smoke on weed
got some killer hands, ain't talking Poker
It's Phil, beat by Kils, been already told ya
Have You Ever Seen the Rain
Cause The Boys Are Back In Town
[ verse 1: king tee ]
They live on the street and they hustle for fame
Some kill for a livin, some sling cocaine
Because it's now a lifestyle
put a hole in your fin
But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood
But what's really hood, when you
money
I can trip low i even met your nigga Spook G
Forget your head
Ride and come halla at ya big homie
Pretty Tony in the lifestyle play
Lil Leelee doves
heart
Just full of white dust, it's a fast heart
He drives a fast car
He's so cool
And he plays by his own rules
Got a pistol and a lasso
And a pisshole
Blah Blah Blah… Yada Yada Yada… (Can People Please Finish What They Sayin’)
By Twenty-Something DJ Franklin
(c) 2022 Raymond F. Quinton
Woke up
second wind? Change the rap, playa
Jump off one-man-gang, I'm back, playa
Look, what you want, want? Double click pump
Ride by slumped up off homie jump
I like my Chevy seen high, when I ride by
24 inches got me all up in the sky
I'm a rider, a rider
Lil' mama, I'm a rider, a rider
And you can tell by
dipping in a slaughter
Hope you wore your water proof hightop certified
Cause I taight you I got the murder ride
And you don't have to buy a ticket
You
bail before they identify the prints
Swing by a Vince, in a buggy eye with tents
Sitting on nineteen's, gun stash by the vents
Niggas is looking
appears to be a random drive-by shooting
"Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be"
"On and off again relationship with"
"This just in, a tour bus involving
is if that book in the course
punchin in and out of lanes husslin scrutched up my brain
just the price that I pay for distributin cocaine
at 1:20
They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Nigga Back up back up back up before you get your punk ass smoked
I'm back by
to sell cocaine
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
I can aim and shoot down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back
again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter
so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99
So if you need word, then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that
White
before they life behind bars
niggas get caught with like eighty kilos
hidden in the wall
but shit ain't hidden at all
from these cocaine sniffin dogs
same
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
sip
I'm trying to find myself in this
But I'm lost in a haze
I'm lost in those days
Will I be okay?
I had to take it back, back to the days
New white
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
Peace
The 213
The 7 off 7
The 4 when the ride got off.
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
It be the main did they
I'm bout to get in
Used to be situp,
partners
Shawty you see all that ass poking out them Dolce Gabbana's
Hey as soon as she get in I'm a find her ass
The first record the DJ spend I'm behind
it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp
So watch your back and prepare for the hitman
Life
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