Lyrics:
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all,
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down
(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let 'em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thirty cars
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
car
(Ay bro slow down)
You know them ones when you get texted by a blast from the past
Restaurants Michelin star, nah
I'll go to the marj's
Homemade
I'm gonna take my baby out to Second Peak
It's the first time we've been out in a week
I'm gonna park the 4Runner on 38th Street
We gotta take
bubble white
Who fly four by four roofless cars flawless ice
For the pain for yall to know what its like
For every time it rains 40 days and 40 nights
For
ready, turkey spaghetti and Castrol oil
That's codeine turn your guillotine to a fashion show
In 4 minutes I'll turn this into forensics in a foreign car
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
Fuck man up, mortal combat
4 door car, I told you you'll get whacked
Big Blade can't fit in case so take that
You got yours, I got mine
Think twice cos
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
a runner
Haters, I spot you from afar and I'm the deer hunter
They be thinkin' nice car, nice crib
I be thinkin' how long will these niggas let me live
I
to feature a rap artist
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know
And we
Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out my lane
(Verse 1)
Ok, I'll admit, lately Iv
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
It's 4am bitch check the clock
And fuck the feds on talk ion talk we do drive bys then we walk now he chalk
Took his brain off he forgot he gon rot It's
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
a boy with your name
Saw someone drive by in your car
Look for you even when I know you're far
And I know if it weren't for you, 4runners wouldn't change
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