Lyrics:
your lane
I'm whippin' it with my minorities, yeah
Yeah they movin' 'caine, yeah
We don't move the same, yeah
I'ma do my thing, yeah
Better keep
2-Low]
Peep game, peep game, straight 'caine
Feelin five and thirty-six, huh, I can't explain in mayne
I never use lower, to blow the dope up,
outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang,
out
Them city boys that be movin' 'caine down south
I clap for dollars and scrap about it
I been around since Dappa Danns, rap vans
I'm a gorilla man,
Light up the Jedi
Came with the booty and some caine, purple on the dank
Drippin' my new paint, days, 50 days
Yes I'll be late, I need dollars
outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it
Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the same ol' thang,
sick paid
Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes
It feel strange now
Makin' a livin' off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got
Want the cash nigga, still fuck the fame
I can't change, that's how I came
She look good, but shit she on 'caine
Can't complain 'cause shit I'm
Out here tryna slang 'caine
Asked God to forgive a nigga
But I just do the same thing
'Cause I'm still on the same shit
And I'm still with the same
baby, sear me perfect, filled with gravy
Uh, my pot to piss, the back I made, the rocket ship, uh, uh
The saucy Crip, the jane, 'caine, was on that
pain
Doctor's splash rain on gash
Within your mass brain from a blast
Now your ass slain
The whole hood is high on, pill, glass
'caine
With many stuck,
southern niggas
Two niggas cutting hoes so how
The fuck did ya figure?
Polow da don: i don't know, they
Must gone in the brain
Gone off that Caine cause
the game that uh -
I'd probably still be selling ‘caine if I
Didn't get a chance at the
Stardom or the fame being humble is a hard
Quality to achieve when
Where the 'caine is
Got up to 9-5 since Buck came in
Cops come I'mma dash like Damon
'Till these S dots start makin' my feet hurt
Then put a million in
Catch the killer I'ma sip for him, like the Lord just sinned for him
Like I'm the maker, slang 'caine like the Undertaker
Opps like gettin' confiscated,
hates
Grab a switch, I'm scared straight
Poppa's shit got turned to crooks
Gangbangin', 'caine slangin'
Pants saggin', blunt-wrappin'
Couple blocks,
black clothes
Or crack co-caine
My brain on the grain like a veggie
(I'm uncomfortable dog)
You irritatin' like a wedgie
In particular I'm a don
Mega like
Menace to society, who ain't forgot what happened to Caine?
So I tightened strings on my Cortez and stay in my Denver lane
Black man, Black man
You
uh)
Need a bitch to give me
Head with the lights on (on)
Save your pussy for a nigga when bread gone
(gone)
Gotta Maybach all white yeah cocaine (caine
southern niggas
Two niggas cutting hoes so how
The fuck did ya figure?
(Polow da don) I don't know, they
Must gone in the brain
Gone off that Caine cause
a good job
But it was the Montega and
The 'caine that built me
So I could never hate on another brother
God is great, the devil is a motherfucker
When you
don’t believe in caine
Tried everything from sellin’
Weed to counterfeit
Counterclockwise, clockwise
Now we countin’ hit's
Superfreak bitches made a milli
caine copping
But never been a foot soldier
Let's have another look, just get a little closer
Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha
In
Jheri-curled up, still slang 'caine
Milwaukee County niggaz here now, still gone change
We the last niggaz to get in this game, holla
[Chorus]
Ain't been
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