Lyrics:
chopper music
So many rocks in by my time
They like boy are you blind?
I call Johnny Dang like why
My shit on Alaska time?
God damn I got me a rapid 9
Pro
Hey, UD (Maybach Music)
What's good, my boy?
Mr. 3-0-5 (yes sir), Wade County
Sixteen years later
We done made history
Three rings on our
beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face
When you're in the wrong place
When you're in the wrong game
And your rhymes are lame
And you sound
고민도 늘어 뭐 당연한 거겠지
I been thinking a lot
매일 죽겠다고 얘기하는 널 이해 hey
What's the definition of the dope mc
Huh 서로가 서로를 피해
내 벌스 위치 당연 비지형 뒤에
하루 평균 20번 재난
potentially grow this boy into a man
You see him and disregard him
Another dope man got a woman that he love
He don't wanna see her dance
Had a baby by the girl
want to Ginger,
Boys in here want to Ginger
Oya nisho to my room
One by one abi na two by two
They say your backa boom boom boom
Girl let me make your
want to Ginger,
Boys in here want to Ginger
Oya nisho to my room
One by one abi na two by two
They say your backa boom boom boom
Girl let me make your
want to Ginger,
Boys in here want to Ginger
Oya nisho to my room
One by one abi na two by two
They say your backa boom boom boom
Girl let me make your
on dope, nigga, and I'm pure, thousand gram key
That's fo sho', that's for sure, killer O.D.
I got stripes by Big Johnson, OG
Take a 35 Christ fit and I
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
Lewinsky off
At the White House
Come check out your boy
Still poppin', still rockin', still watchin'
(You ought-a know by now)
I still got it, yeah still
the hood
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months now I'm trying to get a block
Fuck football I'm going down another path
Couldn't past the test
dope
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it
My boy Dope-E, Egypt-E, K.O...You can't loose with that S.P.C...
South Park is a war...Niggas born drafted...
But Ice Cream and Milk is always
Gettin money is a habit
KXNG D.O.P.E. be da man, hoe
Big boss bank roll
Rollin in the Range Rove
Never broke again
I got money in the bank hoe
I been
they know
I cut they fingers off
Catch me in Bahamas in Versace sandals
Takeoff got that A-1 dope whip game
Mrs campbells flats in my panorama
Watch me
hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They
at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna'
at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna'
everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f*** can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause
giving you Dap if you not the homie
Most of these niggas be sleeping on me
Now it’s rock a by baby, with macs and 380s
Ain’t want us to eat, but my niggas
the V-Town
These muthafuckas is dope though
I'm tellin you, bro
You ain't never heard no shit like this befo'
So Jay Tee, step up to that mic and tell em
the V-Town
These muthafuckas is dope though
I'm tellin you, bro
You ain't never heard no shit like this befo'
So Jay Tee, step up to that mic and tell em
A rock
Chorus
[E-40]
Gimme a, Cadillac with a black man's drank
A forty ounce, the ghetto champagne
The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to bounce
Take off
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