Lyrics:
a thong
I gotta tip her for doin her wrong
Keep up the twerkin I'll make her my own
But it's better in 2 man I hope she a clone
I'm independent my money be
nigga Targ
Bitch, I'm taxin' for the Zot and I can't bargain
We don't give a fuck how these niggas feel By any means, we gon' touch a meal
Ride Cullinan's
An Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip
When we sip
We laid out, to drip-drip dry
We be slip-slip ride
Through the Town doin' high-bys
When
then we snuk upstairs
Step by step with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to scream
Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
Shirt
fuckin' with me (brr)
Look
Twenty-eight grams times thirty-six (a-ha)
Fentanyl in it, that's a dirty brick (cap)
Times that by a thirty when we work
2:30 in the motherfuckin' morning what the fuck are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what's you're gonna do Dre Kick it!
It's so on le the shit flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
Summer vibes, woman by my side
Step brothers ride or die, that's the story of my life
Stackin' paper on the grind, that's the way we strive
Livin'
Wanna hit it from the back, baby that's perfect timin
Side by side, you and I, would you watch my back?
I guess the fact of doin what we doin, see that's
Scream my name, scream my name
Scream my name, scream my name.
in the club doin' my thang,
At the bar just sippin a drink,
You walked by in tight ass
said, "what we doin'?," I said to I'm, let's chop
So now the people finally get three of the best locked
Never be another choppers comin' so let's rock,
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
the sergeant
Collins Ave., Ocean Ave doin' Prime nigga
The Henny fall for all my dawgs doin' time nigga
Lately I've been fuckin' bitches two in time
Sellin'
Here", we got it locked in here
Won't stop (you know), come and drink in numbers like h2o
Soon you gonna hear us everyplace you go
Bubble like the soda
lived by where I lived
My mama knew his mama we all from certain hill
Said one would help the otha if we ever got a mill
always been ah big nigga neva
the sexy mammies only ride by my side
Chorus (2x)
Hey lil mamma can i holla at you
can i talk to you
youll be down for mine ill be down for you
Hey lil
doin', get-it get-it while you can
By the eighth, by the ounce, when it's gone I'ma bounce
It's the F-L-A-V, no if's or maybe's
You know what I do,
to south central
doin it like that my nigga ha ha ha ha ha
these niggaz thought i couldn't do it again homie
thug therapy II yeah we bonafide real ogz
eyes
Yo, the theme cries
Rollin' for cream yo now watch the laser beam rise
Sling pies
Doin' our thing high.
Verse 2: (Baby Thad)
The chain
Used to be kickin' them doors in my Jordans
I walk in the club with my Lous (Louboutins)
Now we fuck bitches by two
Dropped out of school, they said
never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five
Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin', duckin', our b****es in the club
him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
And commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn,
the funk, it's all about how to show and prove
Some get to make it through life livin' legal
The others gotta try to survive, doin' the evil
That men
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