Lyrics:
Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
t's and I dot my i's
Just like TI on the paper trail
I can bag it up by the eye
And it'll be perfect when it hit the scale
I'm in the backroom
Runnin'
then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Okay all I know it flexes you
Some different check you more
) check it out
I`m in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin`
But now I
to love this place,
They even got red clay,
Okay, hit a different,
Strip club everyday,
And I don't make it rain,
It's a hurricane on the way,
And I
the room there's puddie clubs about to overflow
Holla at La Thunderoe tell him to put off some clothes
Get down to the club it's crunk as fuck I know he'll
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out
money
For Plan B nobody can stop me
Let's see what plan B says
Roll a J never leave the king way
Blaze it up it's time to create
Alright I write but let
I got all the rhythm, I hit the clubs, I open a tab
I'm VIP I smoke in the back, ya Bitch be throwing it back
Henny in my system, I slipped a dub
I, am an everyday rudebwoy
(yeah, celebrity face, ain't it true enough?)
So where I rest I'm stressed by the 5-0 (here we go)
Cops drive around
slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
(And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you're a fake bitch
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jump out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fed co
I'm all about the mix like a f***in collage
in common is they both pay respect to me
I get it my way from Friday to Friday
My girl is a mix of Aaliyah and Sade
I came a long way from that
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold
I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage
And out
puttin the Wraith into fast
The cup got some purple I mix it with Sprite, I dont know how long it's gon last
She got down and gave me the sloppy she knew
Doctor, Dr.King had a dream nigga
Let's make it happen by all means
Doctor, Dr.King
Dr.King had a dream
Dr.King had a dream nigga
Let's make it happen by
and Fifties yeah no none for you
Some of these women they jumpin and jumping around kangaroo
Count up a check and I times it by two if I'm going ghost then
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