Lyrics:
Fuck you, bitch, I'm here all by myself
I tried the belt
But couldn't get it tight enough
So I smoke the blunt, my lungs are rust
My brain is dust
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
listen to the drum
Snoop dogg said it, we gettin' turnt up
Swishers all around, gettin' burnt up
Look at how I do, I grab her by the waist
Whisper in
world
Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin' on, spinnin' 24's, openin' up Bentley doors
Drunk at the party, hands up in
Full Of Dat Shit
[Boosie:] I'm Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] Now if you ever catch me leanin to the side red eyes in my ride wit the music up high bad
Wick with a stick (straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hits (straight up)
All that talkin' make this chopper give you lip fillings (21
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
camouflage, full clips
Run up in your crib, tie up your bitch
Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell
Spending your money on weed,
Up on a mountain jerkin' off.
Down by the river jerkin' off.
And that's when I had my epiphany.
You can't spend your whole life jerkin' off.
up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X
the club, throwing up my set
Will I make it to see 21
If I dress to impress, with a pocket full of money, what's next
Will I make it to see 21
It's a shame
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
got a model gettin' loose
And I never party 'less I got some bottles in the booth
I just walk up on the scene, I'm about to take this
I'm just havin'
line up the shots
Line up the shots, line up the shots
No last call for alcohol
'Cause we party in the headlights where I come from
The coolers full
your spiritual is tried
It's cynical to say I know these artists petrified
The end result in jail by Jezebel or drugged up full of lies
Critical, I
the Land
And that's all that I am
Damn, you better come join this thugsta party
Blunt smoke up in your body
And come get high, get high
Chorus
Sometimes I'm in a room full of people When old lonely sits by me And it makes me sad to realize That unlike you he won't ever leave I wish I had some kind
Stan, 21 years old after meeting a
Young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy in
An upstairs bedroom once again
His conscience comes
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
i can tell the industry, if you want me, then suck my nuts
By the way, I went full nuts
Even my mind, i can't trust
Do you know how hard it is to feel
and the party never ends
Sonny's playin' eight-ball in the joint where sherry works
When some drunken out-of-towner put his hand up sherry's skirt
Sonny took
Bankhead, shawty, yeah you know what it is
Pockets full of number of rubber bands and bills
Came up around that standard wheel
Was finna do a deal about 60
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