Lyrics:
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
[Kool Keith]
You got nine cars tons of champagne by the cases
Two thousand people killed
is how it went down, here we go
We talkin' a few years before you even appeared
I was into my little gear
Yeah, weed and my beer
Hustlin' out
Everything hand made
Everything hand made
Everything hand made
Everything hand made, from the bags to the case, everything's hand made
In Paris,
tell
What's on my mind
Livin' from year to year
I got my scuba gear
Even though people laugh at me
And my mask gets foggy
People I often meet
Ask me
in gear phenom
Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that's right)
Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm
Keep her
in gear phenom
Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that's right)
Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm
Keep her
His hair, wack, his gear, wack
His jewelry, wack, his foot stance, wack
The way that he talks, wack
The way that he doesn't even like to smile,
the game
But I ain't hearing tha jizz where
I be at the sounds
Of the sirens cover their ears
They on our ass
Hit the gas and switch the gears
Sorry bout yo
and switch gears
We don't do this shit for the prize, we affect lives
Gotta put that shit to the side like, "What's pride?"
We gon' live forever 'cause
rocking the latest gear
New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear
Watch this strip, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feeling
Off that
tight
So tight
So many decisions, a million revisions
Caught between darkness and light
Wilderness of mirrors
World of polished steel
Gears
and I'm switchin' gears.
Y'all suckas can't fuck wit dis young nigga here.
Diamonds on my neck colder than a case of beer.
So when I fall off in the club
in a drop of condensation
Dip your hand in Heaven's waters
I, I have my reasons to doubt
There is a case to be made
Two billion heartbeats
You brought our music in your cases, from New York to LA
In backpacks to Australia
From Frisco to Hong Kong
And when it was raining in Paris
You sang
ready, maintain, hold on)
Yeah, post quarters across the borders of life
Now these ain't orders in case you don't get 'em right
I seen what happen
and look for some bust downs to bust down
Yeah, she ain't got a car she on the bus now
But her gear is bangin', she one of us now
I wanted badly to bone
stripping
A.R-15 whipped his ass into pieces
Don't get it twisted think it's all about the pieces
And all about the bracelets
I'm still fighting cases
andale, yeah
Andale, andale, andale
Bitch I'm tryna fornicate, not conversate
No time to waste, swerve in the fast lane
40 on my waist, case I need
rest assured
Flying off the fucking cliff, make it heard
Killed the pilot by mistake, case adjourned
Case adjourned
Case adjourned
Motherfucker I don't
Junkies want more again
Reup case load again
That boy gon fold again
Drip splash I’m dripping swag
I’m waiting for you to hate on me bitch
I got invited
the charger switching gears
To the right, how I veer
Waiting for this shit to clear
Stay off of the app
Told the head don’t interfere
Know them niggas watching
strap like Metal Gear
Take pride in da murder rate, dats another cold case
Expression of a cold heart come from a dark place
Cuffed by ah white cop
turbo
So Wanna race Lego
230 in 4th
Feelin like time warp
I still got 2-gears
You slow and in-tears
Swervin like 13-beers
Buts It's called a drift
Back
case you need reminding
I'm a real G, just in case you need reminding
You don't want these hands
You don't want these hands
I'm a real G, just in case
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