Lyrics:
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
the Pimp be, that nigga gon' speak his mind
If he could speak down from heaven he'd tell me stay on my grind
Tell him I'm doin fine, Obama for mankind
We
to smash parts
Of them lads harsh! when I'm mad watching them
That nothing will stop me from ass squashing them
Not even if they had the cash
And bought
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
And sent her out to go pick up some work from Oakland
Uh, yeah I'm doing 180 down Elvis Presley Blvdd
Got a trap house 'round the corner from Elvis Presley
down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up,
back to Houston
Man I'm smoking so much, I'm just gassed up with pollution
Baby got the bass fucking boosting when I'm cruising like
I'm focused
she getting the front rent outta me
Open the door, Richard
Then she come asking me when is I'm going to work
And I ain't thinking 'bout no work, I
it's only one stop
We live fast die from gun shots
And in this lifestyle we sling dope
Bust Glocks why you think we say fuck cops
Cause when they lock us
Ms.Barbara I'm knowing times then changed
But you gone sit up in my face and tell me shit ain't change
I think about love get in my head and say that shit be
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
new bedsheets and shit
It's a good thing that
I'm that certain mothafucka!
When I got back from the yard
I just stayed on the phone
As much as possible
a rapist, she said she can't take dick
And I'm not gone make her, she was from Jamaica
Turn my woes into wisdom, the pain came useful
Still keep
families tennis courts and they have a yacht, what?
No wonder my brasse kicked down doors
Just look at the place they were born, yoh!
I’m from the city
so Rodney King whaddant new bitch
Devil, watch the Psych get nifty
Make no mistake it was a reflection of the sixties
That when niggas got beat down
in town
I'll get on yo' ass all by myself and make you simmer down
Nigga, you the type to meet the fuckin' plug and try to steal a pound
When you
and counting down the days
Now Ima count it for every dollar that's gone come my way
Never ran from no problems not even ran away
But if you got a problem you
goin' 4 fo' 4
And blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and UGK
Front door, front row, slow it down ho
You know playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin'
step up to the plate
I'm a I'm a hold it down I'm steady repping the H
Turn up your surround let it bang all in ya ear
Yeah they Love H town that's why
to floss
But nigga if I get that tooth
Picked you'll be riding off
I make sure you never have no
Plaque when I'm holding you down
I send you to that cold
the country
Nobody to hunt me tellin' me
TURN IT DOWN!
I'm gonna live it really black and proud
Up in the yard naked and well endowed
Until the cops run up
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
'cause that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I live I live, if I die it's cool
'cause
get it how I live
Twenty three shots to ya head
Twenty three shots to the dome
Shots shots ah
Twenty three shots get you gone
Shots shots ah
Twenty
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