Lyrics:
at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna'
Slidin' with that mop stick, like a janitor
Catch one of you rap niggas, shoot you and your manager
Why that nigga ain't off yet? He ain't movin'
Girl, you look like somebody I met a long time ago
And I know I ain't never met you though but
Oooh you look like I have been knowin' you for a thousand
'bout to bring them bricks over
We 'bout to break 'em down like when hammers hit boulders
If one of us goes down then we keep our lips frozen
Who that
whenever we cross paths, that'll be the day for them (day)
Thompson's, M16's and AK's for them
Can just get one, bullets like Frito Lays for them (haha)
on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog (hey)
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw (hey)
And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryna pick it
boy's goin' left on niggas
And them hoes too it's me
That nigga who ain't never got caught
My mic is wounded
I'ma test it with a touch of salt
Keep a book
all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, if you a man put
seein' me winnin', hurtin' to the core
Get active, yeah we at five to the floor
I ain't comin' home tonight, don't leave the light on
Ain't goin' for
and how it will be in hella shit
People tellin' me to cool out
But they ain't feelin' me
A motherfuckin' fool, 'bout
My fuckin' cheddar cheese
And it
just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's
When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly
Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da
(Yeah y'all, it's like that y'all, it's like "Bet Your Life")
{sample repeated in song}
Yeah
It's like
a pack of wolves by the safe
I rob the bank, I'm goin' on a chase
I keep the Styrofoams, I'm goin' crazy
I got my chains on, it's like lasers
And you
because it's really a blast
I'm goin' surfin 'cause I don't like your face
I'm bailin' out because I hate the race
Of rats that run round and round in
goin' again
First Z got murked, then Roy got murked
And homie still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt?
I smell somethin' fishy, man, it might be
I'm goin' all out and that's on my mama (on my mama)
On my mama
Yeah, 'cause we outchea (We outchea)
We outchea (We outchea)
Ain't no sleepin'
of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to the care, of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche
the ultimate impact leave 'em hunchbacked
Light 'em up with the mic like we pyromaniacs
Feel the power when I unleash exact
There's no kinda act tactics that
Hey ain't that a groove
Ain't that a groove let me count
One for the meney, two for the show
Ain't that a groove now here we go
Goin 'on, and one
.... know
Hey ain't that a groove
Ain't that a groove let me count
One for the meney, two for the show
Ain't that a groove now here we go
Goin 'on,
bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
I'm fully automatic full of static and shit
Movin'
that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
Cause I ain't gettin indicted
With fools around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
It's cool you flip
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that
best friends with the lifers
Quick to up and scrap with niggas who want to deny
For what we considered then as a lucrative empire
But like that
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