Lyrics:
and gamblin
Everything is all good until police start manhandlin
Picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole
Indicted on some chump charges
Turn the music up, we finna have a party in this bitch
Bad shawty shakin' ass and them steppas tuckin blicks
Yeah you know you wanna come and get
nugz
we with each other till the day we die
rather shakin up work handing out tips ain't no lie
be quick to get the nigga trying to take all of our
all over
It's all over
It's all over
Tonight leave out the crib with the Gucci prize
Christian Dior boots, Fendi life
Then be my girls roll up in
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
single?
I spit heat, hit the street, stack by the window
Bay area lingo is what a playa blessed with
Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed
[parrish smith]
Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
As I say mic check, epmd's in effect
Snappin necks and cashin
about over
The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks
I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here
I keep
it, how we really gotta trip, oh
Stumble over on my shakin' of a fifth
Filled the bottle with a passion, shook it up and grabbed a brick, yeah
I'm
time we better ride back down
I'm fed up, the tide's back now
Always sneaky 'til you bitter, make you lose your ground
No more shakin' or shiverin', all
North side (Zaytoven)
Woke up in the morning, gotta thank God (God, woo)
Walkin' out the bando with a .45 (baow, baow)
Shakin' 7/11 in the dog
taking in all I can/ The small town darkness/ Is singing by/ In trance...I'm feeling glad
You and your friends drink, laugh/ And pass out, keeping good
wanna be me
Know you fake, Instagram page told ya secret
No booty shakin' music when you pop my CD in
Play a crook by the book, I'm sittin' back
of an old, rabid dog
Who might have been good on that day, when he had it all
That's juice
Give me, give me, give me the juice
Wakin' 'em up, shakin
she gon bend that shit over
Losing my mind while she shakin her soda Yeah I’m a freshman I’m shootin my floata
Come let fill your cup up with this Rosa
Here to tell you this is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If why'all ready for that gangster party, let me
Here to tell you this is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If why'all ready for that gangster party, let me
is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If why'all ready for that gangster party, let me see you put your
rеmembered I'm worth it
Still еxempt from the curses
Still a couple shoulders over y'all
And life's short but the totem tall
I told you that the flow would
Here to tell you this is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If why'all ready for that gangster party, let me
DESERVE
Fallin over feet, a laugh cries out over the beat just as I land
Hand over hand, and
I know it must seem strange to hear but somethings
the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes
'Zook slipped through the pinholes
Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender
I'm gunna get him
And later on today we'll meet friends down by the bar
Shakin off their jackets and takin off their scarves
And stompin their feet
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
I grew up with all my niggas (all my niggas)
In them buildings
Low income, roaches on ceilings (roaches
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