Lyrics:
rowdy) bout it bout it
Suicide, pull a ride, nutty buddy
With the cutty on the side
Sittin' on, 3's with D's, on top of dub
I'm down South in the club
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
knowin what I'm knowin
Then live your life.. cause, we're..)
[Chorus]
(Cause, we're..)
[0-1]
(Nuttin but some gangsters..) Ridin by in them big
yeah)
We be making love, but she like it rough (yeah, yeah)
She know I'm a thug and soon I'ma beat it, beat it
Sliding in the skrrt, you gon' hear it
worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Six in the morning, niggas up at my door
Reached under the pillow for the 44
See, you know it’s
in the streets, you tellin' (Skrrt)
Don't run, don't run
Make it home to my son (To my son)
I be with killers who kill other killers
I'm hangin'
[Jay-Z]
Yeh, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}
that get broke down
This is not a joke now, I'm serious, you feel it in the voice
Don't make me fill this gun up and leave a nigga moist
I'm a get-by
on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now"
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map, don't ever
holt or tilth or pasturage.
On the nigh-naked tree the Robin piped
Disconsolate, and thro' the dripping haze
The dead weight of the dead leaf bore it
I'm moving
Feelings in my music write the truth and speak it fluent
Gotta catch a dub when I progress I'm double losing
Gotta catch a dub when I
“Yo you know who you like like bro? You like like Tommy Chong and John Lennon”
Cigarette sesh, dub gettin’ poured like it’s juice
She get undressed,
situation
Influenced by the streets (La calle)
No leach in my campaign
All my niggas eat, ay
When I rap, I speak in tongue
I don’t do it for the fun
Boutta
been shaking the street
Smoking on sweet bud
Run with the fleet, we got somewhere to be
And it's never a dub
Open the sack like what do you want
I don't
John's Episcopal church
Painted Black Lives Matter Plaza
On the street in official ink
That way people would think it was the city's idea
Never mind
up
Cause it's like that
[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]
The fiends is dyin', things is lyin'
Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin'
Right
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
That’s my job, tell em stop
Keep your demons in the loop, tell em call me if they want
Yeah you’re gone, off that Jack and that John
No it’s not for
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
dykes
As reinforcement for the fight
And that alone'll keep John Gotti on the phone
I'm tangled in the zone, I got the bees on the track
Where
said they gon' DP me, I shot the fade
Now I'm gettin' head, I'm special ed, I got it made
This hot grave got me in LA, like 'Wop wave
I found out that
the king lion lion king no Disney Rest In Peace Bob Marley
He’s the fucking goat. That’s my fucking daddy right there yea
Smoking a lil weed and it’s lil
a dub
Ain't show no love, he just hit the gavel
Now I gotta travel miles to help him fight the battle
Free my brother, Buddha
Run it back WIZ
Barely
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