Lyrics:
shots, you better duck, that ain't no Glock, he got a K (boom)
That bitch seen my chain, she like, "Boy, you don't rap, you sellin' yay" (yay)
Got
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Make a club go nuts without spittin' shit
Crowd go nuts like I'm in the ring
One, two, fuck you, then I'm dippin' quick
It's that
i got a Tesla
Hop out the coop go boom
Street sweeper no broom
I'm getting high off the shrooms
Walk in the club then I light up the room
To stoned
that boom bap boomin all ma niggas
K walkin (bring it back nah)
Στο χώρο μπαίνει και ο παράξενος άλλο ένα Σάββατο
Τσέκαρε ποδόγυρο έχω μείνει άφωνος
Η
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone
por en muerto
I live again, {?} nuevo
Lejo's the key, surrounded by {?} buenos
Espe sueno my dream, true desperado
Analog hermano, un punto {?} ano
to keep it cordial
Ima feed the family, gotta grow it I ain't fishing
STB the family, we the brothers by tradition
I walked into game and seen I caused
buy my own drink
Up in the club, see men coming by a dozen
So it don't mean nothing to me
And I ain't even worried bout you homie
'Cause there's
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
starving
Everybody else staring
Shawty got the McLaren and I had the seven
Pulled up at the compound
Clothes smellin' like gunpowder (boom)
Salute all
got the rose gold on her wrist clothes are Versace
Oh mamacita won't you come here to papi
Up the club where we come here to party
Dance to the music
boi
She say I had way too much of this Hennessy
Times up too much in her cup
She wanna fuck right here in this club
In the cut but she aint no slut
She
it'll be a full moon
I told her bend it over let me see that full moon
Like the boom boom room whole club on tune
Shake it like you trying to break it
fight club, fight club, fight club, fight club
came back
back in the game but i hate rap
ca hes wack
an they whack
make sure your tune sells better
Yeah yeah yeah
Deh dunno
Boom Shaka
Boom shakalaka
Buate
When I step out
Shey you afi
Drop by
When I step out
Shey you afi
Drop by
Tell alladem
hard like RRR (bolly)
See me receive throws from afar
(Boom)
(Arthur won't stop me from gettin' any sweet treats boy)
They call me hawk the chugger,
Hundred dumpy. By cutty Ranks
Yo ice boss a wapen to some boy a laps dem a laps.Right now mi think dem lost in a di cracks
Hi a unuh in de suh it
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems
the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems
oh yeah
I can get her wet by a kiss on her forehead
Her last nigga was a weak one she need an alpha
The he man non woman haters club bitch I'm Alfalfa
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
strip clubs
Homies packin they straps, check it out
One-Time's kinda corrupt, the hood life's crazy
But I love the hood life, baby it's all gravy
Sunday
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