Lyrics:
it nigga, for real
[Hook] X 2
[Snoop Dogg]
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip but most
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
punching your tooth
Roll up some za, need three, five, not a two
Lift, I got four inches, fuck up your crew
I ain't Zk, but bro, say he took off some blue
doin' whatchu trynna ruin b**** I am not stupid
You run up a check
I run up a check
We runnin' up two then
I live in side my head almost all day
Trynna
Original rude bwoy on your scene
Haha ha ha ha!
Everybody light your blunts get your smoke on
Haha
All you bitches drop your drawers, witcha stinkin'
never lose
Compare me to you is a drop down
Yah
Feelin' so smooth
Feel like there is no way that I am two
Feel like the king when I get in the booth
to
Cus my crew is gonna run through you
Like a runaway
If you like the beat gbedi
Rasky booty track
But him gon he no soji
I say of you like the beat gbedi
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
roll wit' nothin' but them real niggaz (One),
hard to kill niggaz (Two)
Quick-to-grab-the-steel niggaz, (Three)
soldier in the feel niggaz (Four)
Hard
the product
You supply the grin
We chop it up, bag it up
Hit her with the raw
Terror squad, now come on, baby
She can make you cop a plead
She can make you drop
[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery
[Soup]
Time is never stoppin' me
Drop
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
a summer
See me creepin on the come up
Leave me lone
Let me live
Uh
Oh looka here looka here
Motherfuckin stunna of the year - of the year
Baby booty is
Godfather the spiritual hustler your highness
The Street motivator
The Counselor
The realist
May you live longer younger
May you reign forever
Yo, it's the Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Hold tight, S Dog on this one
RKswitch on production
We're not no divvies 'round here mush, get up
Hold tight,
out
I got shooters
(True)
Pro just like Lebron
(James)
I can't drop his name
Cause he's locked up in "the Don"
Walk-bys drive-bys
I done done em all
I'm
me if you dare
I’m about to get loose off this juice who here
Y’all about to see my motherf*cking birthday everywhere
(Repeat)
I do my two step
Drop
Now it's time for some true false playas
To jump off on the shit
Dat nigga dat's putting the hoez on da house
And making them choose a whole crew
we’re in town
Drop it
Crowd will cry yeah
Feeling all the vibe yeah
Trying to survive
Like there’s a moshpit
By our side yeah
Jumping to the sky yeah
Like
angel arms
[Lil' Rock]
I'm put on the Earth route to do things, known by two names
The voter Lil' Rock, yo let's start a new game
I'm a throw docks
by you
Know it's going down you come inside my room and
I need all my bitches with me five times two
It's a lot of niggas moving, it's like they don't
On Me
BRILL feat. Keely Ferguson
(Produced by: csar)
(BRILL)
First I get one drink, maybe buy two,
Sip the third drink, fourth one's on you,
Drink
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