Lyrics:
the brothers walk by
Just got the etiquette, sittin' on the top step
With a bag of chips, sit back, relax, enjoy the trip
We got a neighborly philosophy
I
Wasn't for this music, I'll proly be dead
Instead I'm on top and I'm countin' this bread
Sittin' in the mansion, could've been in the feds
Drop
Okay, it's quiet now
And we drove all through the neighborhood
Just sittin' in a car all day
Tryna find a radio
And we wrapped both hands in
bein' blinded by the bullshit, they talkin' like Jake, man I'm sittin' here Facebook stalkin
Happy birthday man, another memory, another slip, another
don't know)
These niggas can't do it like I do
(They can't)
But you gotta understand I'm (What?)
Tryna get to the top
(Hey, top) , I was sittin' on top
to 'em, nigga
I'm talkin' breakin' down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah (yeah)
That ass sittin'
roll
On golden chrome
In a Chevy
Sittin' low
Just like his pops did
Before the world closed
'57 in the paint shop
Getting straightened out
I'm
Waitin' on Sha Money to land, sittin' in the Range
Thinkin' how they spent thirty million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin'
Pac is gone
what it is, nigga
And so
Ayy, let's get it
But if you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop now
The girl of my dreams
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your
a vacation
Sittin' at the top, niggas wanna take shots
They just want my situation
I need a vacation, niggas wanna test my patience
Niggas wanna pop off,
Benz
Waitin' on Sha Money to land, sittin' in the Range
Thinkin' how they spent thirty million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin'
Pac is
really made it out that basement
Now we sittin' here everyday just rappin' it in the attic
Stuff it in that shit and then you know we put the top in
what I stay about
Let me take you far
Got you sittin' with the stars we
Spaced out, tools up, haters down
Baby slow it up, like the H-town
Be a long
Sittin sideways boys in a daze
Got that legal in me with some Bombay
Day one squad out here for the rompe
Ten bands Saray Pasay chakthay
Sittin'
Lawyers for my niggas who be sittin' in the Federal
Nigga, I'm untouchable
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads
nigga
Weezy F. Baby, believe that
Haha, yeah
I got the twenty-four inches sittin' on them Joe Buddens
And the trunk straight jumpin'
Bitch, I can't
berries, take a sip of this juice, this juice
Starts with a cough, down through my heart ain't sittin' with my soul just right
I think I'm bout to come down
me
There's nothin wrong in my world
And these things they really don't matter
These things they really don't matter now
Sittin' on a throne will
Where's my rifle? Right though
I ain't Michael, yo
I ain't sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time in a crime with a nine
Rather find another brutal
and a dictionary
Got a steady green thumb and clear color coded stationery
Sittin' on top of a geyser goldmine
I'll take care of these socket wrenches and dusty
But a case like mine needs a "special phrase"
To reveal how I feel
I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow
Got the string around my
Sittin' here, gettin' high
Thinkin' bout' the shit I did
Look at all the shit I did
Sittin' here, gettin' high
Thinkin' bout' the shit I did
Look
I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world
(Still) sittin' them corners in them low-low's, girl
I'll break your neck, damn near put your
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