Lyrics:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
to Brooklyn
Shouts the whole scene
Pro Era represent, we stayin' fly for the evening
I'm so down to earth I feel like I'm in grave danger
These boys in
that's awesome
Let's see how it goes
From the rooks to the pros
Wrote X's and O's in the projects
Came back through like I'm supposed to
All those other
dahhhhhhhh
And we're still, still, still, still
Still on the grind
UGK back in the game
Bringin' that crack and the 'caine
Swervin 'Llac in the lane
Swangers
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
Not today.
Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways.
Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money.
Had a little freak by the name
you baby only I know
Now I'm gonna do it again
Til I make the rains
Flow, Imma pro
I can do it with my eyes closed
I can do it with my eyes closed
What
caught a case and a half
He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed
Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro
I can't move until the man says go
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
Not today.
Niggas like us, you know we stuck in our ways.
Ask Lisa or her niece huh, I never pay 'em money.
Had a little freak by the name
Seven mags a macbook pro some raps
And a path to heaven
Hold up nah dog Scratch the last
Ima bring you back in a plastic bag
When I'm on the track it's
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
hustle Step ya game up
Elevate ya hustle Step ya game up
I was taught by the streets to keep a tool on me
I'll merk a fuck nigga boy I ain't wit
pro no rook sun in the game D. Book
The thought of you so amazing I had to sit and write this hook
Fueled by the grind now I gotta take my time
Put it
platform
This is my game, and in it your all pawns
So let's tally the pros and cons
From back alley, needle tracks in your arms
To Death Valley, transformed
black swan
Kdo by to dal mým tempem
Sem in da game jak EA
ILG dres je bez jména
Ey to je custom gear
Nechala sis tu prádlo dear
Když řikám pravdu tak du
the strange
I done seen some things
Same dame u thinkin was ya queen'll put 2 in ya brain
Everybody aint loyal to the game
aint loyal to the game
Ain't loyal
Easy got the sauce
Watch all my moves, I see em steady in my game
You would think these niggas barbers where they going, guess the grain
Let me go
drag, ah,
I don't wanna tell my rhyme without friction,
Jump in to beat, both feet first,
Make pros eat their words,
And sit and watch 'em swallow
Ima do it like a pro (Like a pro)
Ima skirt off in a foreign I hope I don't lose control (Don't lose control)
You said that you love me and now for you
Grinding momma told me stack my pros
Grinding gotta get rich 4 i go grinding
I can never go for broke grinding thats
The only life i know
Lost a bag in
one ? project in the city
Prospect, now that's something that you can believe
So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss
Prime time
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