Lyrics:
tryna buy a Benz I could Tell he's soft, of course he gon
Pretend, Don't care bout what it cost, if I love You
I'ma spend Never trippin' by a bitch,
you're really here and everything
It's just incredible, isn't it? I mean
Tell her
One time I went to flip reality
It had a vinyl crackle get a spinal tap
rock
Get you a saucer the razor go chop
Get you a Glock and invest in a block
Set up ya shop, dare 'em to pop
Fucked by the cop, jacked his ass with
been the same
I can see by your eyes, you thought they'll never go
But tell me please where are they now
Remember me boy 'cause I told you so
But
that demon straight
Yeah life come in sections but why we be gotta be section 8
They ask me why I smoke I tell em same reason they meditate
Gotta become
[Originally by Beach Boys]
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U.S.A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their
different/get a shorty that’s hopeless ta get ya head smoking/pay em shorts/den come to report for his bread token/ Gina house/cut and recouped it tell her clean
You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down like chop chop chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my
on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah yeah)
Tell the bitch I'm
superstitious, no lie
Check, run it
No broke shit in my life, naw
No broke shit in my life
I tell you no lie
I be everywhere you go, guy
Over here every
bitches drive by
They looking mean
And she said she like it over here she with us
She on the team
Put the stupid bitch in a ball like ash Ketchum
Tell
Uh huh, yeah you know what it is
Uh uh it's that Compton shit, nigga
Get back, uh i tell you, I swear it's-
If I gotta ride (O-O-O-Okay, uh)
Then
on the cheek
Bronze little bombshells cruise by the beach
Louis on the clutch, 'Boutin on the feets
I'm doing too much with your dude in the sheets
Now you soft
to the brim
Fiya B back in this boy like Soulja; what's happening?
I'm back to crack like chiropractors practicing
That's what a line meant; thought it was
on the regular leaving em fucken mind boggled
If they ain't aware of my steez
So it's YTB darkSYDe CC and the Ello to the C
For M A T U S E
God in the flesh
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. face with the Oakland booty)
Baby
on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
Now let's get on with the rest
from the scene
Goddammit, I'm so mannish, handle it like a standard
So put your panties and your pants by the trash can
Romance on the floor plans,
chill
'Til the next episode
I make money and I really don't love hoes
Tell ya the truth, I swoop in the coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
In Peace to all my fucking soldiers mane
I feel like I'm Soulja boy im doing things
I got video games I got fucking movies
I be playing by the game
of them lil boys, I put 'em up now
Got five for a show, now it's five hundred, bitch I'm up now
Hit the block, see if the cops left, they gone, now, let
car it got yo boy like Baby Baabyyy
Down For Whatever cuz da streets is what raised me
And you know we gone do it Biggie keep yo Faith in me baby
Im
they can't run in this game
From Ohio to Lauderdale we keep em' cuh-rackalackin
I bust a corner on 22 inches and ain't nothing you can tell em'
Cause
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