Lyrics:
in your ear
Radical shows that Wolf Gang's radder
With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick
Where the lips of your teen daughter
You Know How We Do, Hustle, A, A, A
Hustle
Je-Je-Jesus, Savior, I rep Him when I ride
Ca-Ca-Clap, the whole hood, wit a holy drive by
Je-Je-Jesus,
First of all, black park it, guns, we spark it
Hit you in the back of your dome, from far, kid
Dice kickers, gun clickers, run up in the bank for ones,
Yo, this is DJ Quik
Takin' a second out with Tha Dogg
Pound to let y'all know somethin'
If you're lookin' in the Source
Mag and don't see me
It's
thinking of Kynado
Back when I was born at the end of July, Nado
In my youth, yeah, I remember the shy Nado
Teenage years, every night I would cry, Nado
I
[Lil' Cease]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
This my war I ride for lick one in the sky for
Get back everything that my nigga die for
Since his death, many
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond
I mean all night long
A-all night long
I mean all night long
A-all night long
Would I want you to ride me like my back ain't got no bone
Yo, my
satisfaction
[Gift of Gab]
Passion
The black-skinned African jazz-men of the half in Aspen
Relaxed, gettin' my back rubbed
[Rakaa]
I'm still here,
you'd better catch the sideline
Catch the sideline
Nigga, the block look the same, it's just crack and cocaine
Niggas losin' but we still maintainin'
you, uhh
Tryna tap in where you mind at, tryna get behind that
Baby where you find that, uhh
I been layin' back like reclining
Lookin at the sun like
smoker
Throw game on your bitch like a pitcher pour these styles
Like a pitcher steal your life like a picture me and Kaya in
The back of the club sipping
the back bitch, the killer of
Your dope deal
The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway
Murdered them on a friday
Scooped up the yea,
about our future in my car
Take a ride to my spot in my car (Oh)
Now you in my bed screamin' dada (Oh)
Don't make no sense how you bring your body down
a shelf of empty liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but alcohol it,
Can ease the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems away
But still prayin' in Jesus' name.
got my back, that's bro, locked my back in a ditch
4-4-4 locks, 0-0 semis, write you more than a meal with Terry
I already own it, guns and daddy,
young bucks
Scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub
Babysitter would send you to bed
But she would make me stay up
So she could give the young
don't you see me with the drip on
Benz came AMG know I got the kit on
Racks by the pallet talking money you can sit on
Shawty wanna ride so I told
just walked my way
Dj Put another one on for the girls and the guys let's ride, ride
Oh, now we livin' our life
I Feel so high like I don't see right
But
you ain't in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's your ice cream like it's made by Ben & Jerry?
Y'all the type
chick
I Bobby Shmurdered that when she came 'round
Threw the hat up in the air, it never came down
And I just caught that body like a week ago
Real
doing all alone in the club?
Baby, catch a vibe and pour up another cup
Girl, I wanna get you all alone out the club
Get up in my ride, I wanna show you
like this
{Lil Wayne}
full of that danger in all black like this
and if a nigga want some more then we be back like this, what?
{Lord
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
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