Lyrics:
That was the Dogg Pound here, right on WBALLZ
187.4 on your FM dial
You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all, DJ Saul T. Nuts
Aye, don't
That was the Dogg Pound here, right on WBALLZ
187.4 on your FM dial
You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all, DJ Saul T. Nuts
Aye, don't
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
This is for that black kid
Skating in your driveway
problems- a bitch ain't one
So many revolvers so don't play dup
I got so many (pairs mamma you could pull one)?
Its JM if you think I'm broke
You're DUMB
have to
Do it on an angle
And in big bands
You save it for
The very end of the song
And Mr. Scott
He let me play
The song Rockin' Robin
On the kit in
angry, if you're afraid, let me tell you something
I apologize
I gotta finish the speech kid
"Afraid" got help in it, see? "Aid"
If you take that "aid"
tell me what you gonna do when it's over
Oh yeah
Will you have any regrets when it's over
Oh yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I don't give a fuck bout what a hater gotta
necklace
Cruisin in a Lexus
Baby girl from Texas
Daddy said i’m reckless
Vegeta on my necklace
I just hit the bank, gotta get my guap(guap guap)
Do
mother (mama)
I admit that I asked her how am I gonna get the world off my shoulder (oh)
She said son, don't you lose it (lose it)
Sometimes you gotta
losing touch with reality
And thank you for the company
If this ain't real I need to leave
Yes, it's fake you just gotta believe
Welcome to my city fams
Do
trouble, let me live in peace
On the low, if you don't like it then it is what it is
And fighting me will be the only reason you're gonna live in pieces
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
Because you're frontin just for nothin
[all three] and you're playin us close
[Kool Moe Dee] Because the object in here
[LA Sunshine] is just to have
?
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you
mine,mine (oh oh)
For you, I would have done whatever
And I just can't believe, we ain't together
And I wanna play it cool, But I'm losin' you
I'll buy you
know when you're so damn tired in your house
But you can't sleep 'cause you got pendin' cases
I used to love temptin' fate, but now it's temptin' faces
hating
Trying to wash us away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest
They saying that you gotta have paper
If you tryna come back
Niggas
I'll get canned for sedition
If I say one word imma have to charge admission
And in two months I'll be a man on a mission
More of what you need, ain't
Ironically uh you don't sound like you're regular, were gonna play this song
And then were gonna get the feedback from the citizens
Put him in the game or sit
you are in a court of law
There are a lot of people in here
We can't hear you
Your honor you're gonna have to make him speak up
What does GTD stand
this bad since Conway had him a perm
And you'd think by now them sorry sons a? bitches have learned
A bunch of soft-rock wanna be, hell they can't even
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
games kill' mo' niggas than cancer
You know who you fuck with
Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
Roll up and just bumrush shit
We don't play that, out in
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