Lyrics:
They try to feed me meds
But I know the answer's
In myself I just need some sense
Go and bob ya heads
We can vibe all day
We can focus on the words
What
Breast milk, you made my day
Know we had to do a remix right
Take that, take that
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three bitches in an MPV
niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
Yo, man
It's Tony Revolori
What's good, we still on for this movie night tonight?
Hocus Pocus, bitch
Yo, Bob
What's good?
It's Tony Revolori
back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I originated
All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up
back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I originated
All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up
em where it hurt
Yo we puttin in this work, we put 'em in the dirt the pastor still preachin/ all up in the church
P.I.W written on the earth/ see
then we got this second line in for you
(Master P)
In for you
what about you and you
don't fuck with my crew
cause i'll do your
a bitch put in overtime blind by the wrist
Mind to get rich yeah I'm in a different zone
RIP Bean yeah this life all hit or miss
A different zone you
a legend in the backseat
We dem boys no backstreet
But I still want it that way
If you ask me
Get it?
Prolly not
Yeah, I'm real but they hardly not
You can
Texts from niggas, you steady deleting
Take all my love back, we still won't be even
Even the drugs won't ease up stress
Suckin' in the street this shit
to serve
Heard about thugs and hustlas,
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts,
Peep this
in ya Jeep
Bang that shit retarded
Bob Digi, (Sun Zeini)
P. Sunn, (12 O'Clock)
Two On Da Road on this, 12 O'Clock
I love my brother to death
bare p but im still fed up
Know she into me but im still fed up, uh uh
Don't know whats wrong with me, no bitch can really make me happy
Even now I got
a open case, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Uh, looking like an open safe, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe,
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
I been on the low working, I'm still hard on my grind
Need a broad to hold me down like she's legally blind
I might P.O.P. a nigga, illegal with
Lex, Lex, we in this bitch, throwing gang signs, man
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick Squad, Brick Squad
Ay man, step to the side right now, man
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my
the 50, wake up, make the bitch breathe (wake)
Never snitching, never switching, nigga, nigga please (never)
Throwin' up the G's, throwing up a couple P's
[Voice in Background]
Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo
[Master P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come
still clappin' them poles
Never come back with your soul
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got them thangs in this bitch, things in this
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