Lyrics:
the shit that the time forgot
Loops gotcha brain gettin' locked
Loaded up with words that never meant a lot
And you can't call the cops
And y'all don't
Everyone wanna act tough
Until I start getting rough
Wanna play these games
Then call the cops
Talkin' bout they had enough
Bruv
Play the victim
live an' die by tha sword
An' still we thank tha lord
Frum da maternity ward 2 tha morgue
I count my blessins
It's a game I shood but can't afford
I come through with the humps, I thump the shit out your block
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert wit' a cock
Spotted some hoes, tooted my horn
Da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da
Da da da da da
I know, I know, I live the life of a sinner
But when it comes to other women
You're
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
the block is hot, ha
See where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks, so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, two big bodies
From the "welcome home" to the kick out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick
Though, I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
Money on my mind
Laufe um den Block
Sehe Blaulicht
Fuck sind das Cops
Mach das Dach runter
Drop-top
Ah warte nochmal
Money on my mind
Laufe um den
bet not run your mouth
All we know is hand to hands up in dat parking lot
All I know is if we pull up they gon' call da cops
All we know is hand
to pull the trigger, oh shit here come the cops
They saw the gun and blew them both away
Now there's two more kids dead in the street all before twenty
a Lance
So call da cops them boys out on the block
Hands in they pants chillin wit the d boy stance
Wann grill em I bet it won't even be no chance
Shoot
That's on the date the day I take the block off
Pulled up, and they put me in them cop cars
Please believe me, this ain't easy by far
You forgot you're
all his lights and they drove right by him, woo
Chapter two
Traphouse just got cable
Stuntin' on the neighbors
The cable man was the feds though
and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell
Don't stop 'til the cops come
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, yeah
Keep a four-five, keep a four-five (ay)
Dripping sticky icky, just like a bee hive
(ay) and I might cop a crib by the seaside
(fo real)
Never solo in
It's da Bandit
And I know they understand it
When I pop out with that matic
And my niggas like blam it
30 shots in bout 2 seconds
Niggas like God
quite alright,
And the damage seems quite slight,
No harm no foul,.. no need for shocks,
PLEASE," he grinned,
“DON'T CALL THE COPS!”
[Verse 2
gonna fuckin' make me miss the game
It goes, one, two, three, four
Rush room, C4
Need more bleach, breathe more (yo, I said)
Reach for ether, either
whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corks, kicks by Louis sports and
Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan
Cop
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