Lyrics:
thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
[Chorus]
I don't give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
Mike Dizzle you a fool fa dis one
Rest in peace to Pimp C you'a G to me
Corey Miller and that Chad Butler pullin' kick doors
(Live by the trigger,
Ladies dress calico style, well beware of your hearts when they smile
And the men walk shamelessly, aimlessly by.
Cinders in the daytime, junkyards in
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
Aiyo Kiko, wrap his body, throw it near the rowdy
They calico's and shotties, wifey pack ya bag and grab the Mazzarati
(What happen boo?) Just take my
Or a red rose infront'a thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
Chours: Black Child
I don't give a fuck if you white of black
If you
see you already out the door
You won't be home till after 4, won't probably stop at Calico's
Pull up on the parking lot, and by this time it's dark
family killed like El Chapo
Lots of guap and escundo
Drop the top, I'm in a new Lambo'
Let your daddy know, twin Calicos
And I'll kill your ass if you
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready
thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
I dont give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill,
fast, it'll jerk your body
And we smokin' that Cali dro, totin' that Calico
Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll
No one will never know, what
of green
I'm known from the Liffy on down to Segu
And I'm known by the name of Little Johnny Doo
Of all the trades a-goin' sure a-beggin' is the best
we won't stop, I let the '44 pop
Tanqueray and Alize' make niggas get shot
I'm smokin on some kush baby, you know it's all Gravy
Calicos, AK's,
take it
Grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to break it
Give me your money
Drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you
And we smokin' that Cali dro, totin' that Calico
Bird man and Kelly mami, let your body roll
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like
bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce
Bounce
We've been working right (Calico stand up)
Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me
Was
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