Lyrics:
and rung alarms with it
And nowadays I've aged, so I'm calm with it
But I'm the reason Flex started droppin them bombs with it
Up by the club love thugs
bash, The cake masher
Def Jeff let me borrow the keys
The great master
Young and I'm buck wild label as a luck child
Running them up wild laying hell
comb. hexagram. a scarub meandering with river phoenix.
viper club you over the head. you catch amnesia.
magnesium ringworms validated to an opinion.
side, I know your high or
I know you came to the club, to not die
All my niggaz in the center, I came to enter
In the, middle of your brain cell, it's
Spend the money, matter fact, I've seen these crouch it can get
Take the keys to the reigns, black 4.6, cause all the (bitches) want this
PDS
try it nigga
Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation
You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation
Knockin out yo wind,
can get
Take the keys to the reigns, black 4.6, cause all the (b****es) want this
PDS on your fist, platinum on your neck, show part on your wrist
on the way
The Double are hit them banks wit' glocks in the Pelican Bay
You disrespect the Country Club and fool prepare for the shank,
This ain't no overnight
This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard
Shaolin... "makin money"
Niggaz in
Yo, pay attention
And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down
Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A key of coke is a pie
When I'm
crack
Pull guns then roses, clubs, closes now
Cause we shut this motherfucker down
See a fight, a fight, a nigga and a white
Got snatched out his
Diggin In The Crates 9 9
Yeah yeah
Still Diggin y'all
Yeah yeah yo yo
There's only one way for me to explain the key to this game
Is
a key to the Dirty South
And the South coast, now play with me
So bring your semi thirty, art thirty
If you put your hands on a Calhoun player
It's gon'
to the Comfort Inn
Yeah we done talked but we can't make love
In the middle of the smoke filled clubs
So give me a dub for your half on the room
And a buck 0-5
sitting in a night-club
Hey hey hey I'm drinking champagne
Hey hey hey somebody calls me it's close down time again
Hey hey hey I'm on the Riviera
Hey
the pieces
Gon' create that key to the city
One hit wonder or one hit, please
Once I hit 'em with one, they gonna need
A flight to catch up with me
I'm going
before the weekend starts
After my shower I drink a glass of milk
Take my keys and head for the car
It's a sunny day, so I open my sun roof
Feel the cool
club
Just find a quiet little turnoff
And fang it through the scrub
CHORUS
Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust
Foots flat to the floor
I'm flat strap out
Shake your booty
Shake your booty
Shorty had them apple-bottom jeans
Boots with the fur (with the fur)
The whole club was looking at her
She hit
yall from?
All the low key OG's, where yall from?
Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun
Come and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo
bet you I beat you
The fans love my voice see I'm a blessing to the speakers
Y'all know me, I'm OG I'm low key
I'm too hot y'all can't hold me
All I
the game like I'm a riding on a reef shark
Please
All I need is 88 keys
And the drum line jumpin off an MPC
To be easy
Got a lot of ghosts to chase
you stay pon me like the corner
And keep your lips pon me like your marijuana
I woulda love it if you treat me like a club
Stay up inna me whole night
So if you leave
You cannot go
It's your key
I guess I'm not
Some woman's face down with a mexican
On the side of the road
And she said its time
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