Lyrics:
twisted around under a fly
And a youngster cocked her eye
God, before me if I'm not crazy
Is my daughter
Come little one
With yer little dimpled fingers
cocked for a roach
Take 'em down for the coke, Randy got it in his coat
Pound and lean, roll the dope, these niggas don't tote
Y'all niggas won't blow,
my finger a gunshot
Karma for keeping my gun cocked
Drinking in the pad
Like Jordan with his tongue out
I remember
When all my hope was gone (I was
Old ladies like poor thing
Poor thing and the get back is important
Poor thing for the dead homies we pour 'pagne
Like what you say while it's
Cocked
shit never fall for a bitch
Less the bitch make ends
Look know you from the streets
So you ain’t goin' have no friends
Keep it loaded keep it cocked
I'm hittin' him up
I drop the top, pullin' up at the club
Glock cocked, I got thirty-two slugs
2Pac, bitch, I live like a thug
God blessing, he gon'
got the fo’-fo’ cocked and loaded
I’m with the big homie, gangsta and goated
(Damn)
Fuck what they sayin’, ain’t payin’ (Fuck)
My bitches badder than
Glock staying cocked aim, Squeeze
Dive in there and get 'em
What kind of nigga make a nigga
Move when they come through?
Act a fool when they come
killers, tell on killers in they raps
I don't know shit, what happened?
Applause on sight, niggas cocked
Bricks for the low, then I tax
And I do what I
and Vinnie J.
Joe Dumars takes it all the way
Two in a row, now we're ready to rock
Here we go again, cocked & locked tonight
Motorcity badboys, Motorcity
It's hot, hot, never come outside without your Glock cocked
Chiraq like a top shop, turn your Hellcat to a drop-top
I done been to prison a few times,
eye much
So the neon is my God and it shine on the numb
Hop off of the bike, gun cocked, okay, ready
Work ain't been too steady, I'm headed for
I'm ochocinco
I hit the gas, down ocho cinco, like eighty-five
It's like eight or nine 'o clock
My nine cocked
If you want my guap, I won't stop
To half cocked excuses for bullet abuse regarding anything browner than tan
Cause once they banned imagine it became the same old war its always been
Every man want heaven but no man want dead
As the pope once said, 'fore the dred lost his head
So I keep my door locked, my gun cold-cocked
First
And the legs all dangling down o
Then old mother Flipper-flopper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Crying, John, John the gray goose
to take her wedding band
Now everybody's in shock, and I'm walking past
the scared ass passengers with the nine millimeter cocked
Lookin' for who
the vicious circle
He loaded and cocked his .45
But Johnny wasn't crazy
He was just a frightened boy
Oh,
How many Johnnys must there be?
Oh Johnny,
How I
cocked, my heart stoned
The red light, my lips locked
Talking ain't squashin', nigga where I'm from
Nigga if you want some grab your gatt please
a gun cocked
And I'm afraid to turn my back
For fear of being locked
She leans forward for me to see
That the lights of her majesty
She's tempting
to face his fears
Of growing up…and acting
Like a man
He just cocked his sailor cap
Stuck his hands down in his lap
Leaned back and stroked…them girls
on a late night mission
Gat cocked mashed up betta catch ya niggaz livin
Hold up Slow it up lights off that ain't no
Nigga don't move where its at, get down
phone, tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (bah)
I bought
gently
One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
That's why some keep they shit on safety, others keep they hammers cocked
Ready to blow, ready to go,
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