Lyrics:
where ya dogs at?
AR-15 with me, and it's all black
If it is a problem, Im'ma solve that
(yeah, yeah)
2X, 2X 2X, 2X
2X, 2X 2X, 2X
Pour that drink up 2X,
C-M-B but I went to school with the townies
Where they teach you to put the iron to the man like Robert Downey
Mint seats out to Cali with the Wi-Fi in it
Players (Wearin' suede in the rain)
Down South Players (Do the craziest things)
Down South Players (Go by alias names)
Down South Players (Gettin' payed in
vibe
Huntin' down shit, dawg, I run with a different tribe. Dawg, I'm a wolf cause a wolf I been bit by
Smokin' these blunts to get high and get by. Hit
symphony
Love is a battle
Fellow Pharaohs is my infantry
Alien gun connect, plutonium gats
Sending niggas on they backs
Like linoleum plat
This ain't Fab
I'm Jordan, you Pippen
On my name brand imposition
Wag like dogs, but I'm cold kitten
Out of your league, you keep forgetting
I can separate your
niggaz betta get in the clear
Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick
Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' I'ma bitchin'
And fuckin'
proud to be a black man in my existence, so fuck the Klan
I ain't blinded by your jewels and your million dollar checks
I'm always ready for whatever's
night side by side we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he
aight (we aight) I think I live this long, 'cause I live by the gun We with the Outlawz, sippin Henny all night Been goin through that shit since day one
If you lie to the government, they'll put you in prison
But when they lie to all of us, it's called being a politician
You think taking guns away
straight from the kartel
With more flavours than carvel
I'm able to fill tall buildings to the capacity
And pack guns like Butch Cassidy
Open fire rapidly
Flooded the Sky Dweller bezel with ice
My man shot a nigga daughter by mistake
He took a quarter
Asked him why he copped out
He said that's better than life
vail
Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice
And it's the day that your
Father give you away
To a real man that gently put
The ring on your hand
Do
and he mug me
Every time I see the camera, throw the gang up
We some dogs and got on chains, but, they can't tame us
Every time that one corner get hit
fact juice
The juice no bishop guns without a hiccup
Got to connect lined up at the pickup
Old school rolley faced the master cody still
Smoking a bogy
told her, "Chill, Gunther, get in your place"
Tried to call me by my government I spit in her face
Where you know me from?
(Yo, state ya name, ya
Liquor store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night
I'm about
got nothing to prove, fuck with camoflauged
She die, you gun' die tonight
If that bullet don't kill you, then you gon' bleed from a dog bite
My shit
(Right), but I'm not a ranger (Yeah)
Got the beat by Power (Right) and we just made a banger
Get it and go, I'll stomp your ass to the ground
If you
from Louisiana you could tell by the accent
Well I'm a get in the doors on impalas with the phantom kits
Pull up at the party hop out and get it
of lemons, spurred by the women
Just a part of yo livin'
And I'm feelin' that chu' really ain't got no pull on it
I'll put the hood on it cause you ain't
Meridian niggaz; what up dunn?
Liqour store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
[Prodigy]
Yo dunn, we got guns in
rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way
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