Lyrics:
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
motherfuckers
(See I)
Ich hör Gangstatexte, Gangsta Rap
(I keep it gangsta)
Auf CD und I'm Auto, I'm Tapedeck
(Ridin by)
Durch die Stadt, Gangstamucke bei
"Thinkin' about what he goin' do now"
"Ride through the hood"
"Keep it low to the ground"
"Gangster"
"Ride through the hood"
"Keep it low
watch me stand on yo lace
I'm the zoo keeper watch me stand on yo ape
Ima make it out I keep saying and I pray
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
Come fw me yo mind
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real
sis
Drop it low work the pole throw a bitch fit
Do yo shit bitch
Do yo shit bitch
Give her perc dick
Make her share her Netflix
Do yo shit sis
Do yo
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
by my earring
Check your fucking hearing
Cause I ain't commin through the speakers all on the down low
Loud is the way that I roll
Have to at your
the same old fools slidin' through yo' town
So on yo' mark, get ready for this whole new era
Drankin' Patnaz is the name, it don't get no better
Lean low
a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck
said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he
)
Young nigga workin' hard (workin')
Pull yo' card (pull it)
In that pot (in that), first one makin' noise (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
Boulevard (uh),
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
Check it, check it, check it, check it!
This here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go
Here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick
I said
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Pair of air forces, I might match em with the fye
All white cocaine lows keep a nigga fly
Got the glickarino, if
ill be there with Henney
4 the low ill be there plenty
Blunt blowin keep the red Cherry lit
I talk cash numbers never Fugazzi
Glock by da dresser
Im
and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us
C'mon what y'all want?
goin' on nigga
Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building)
Yeah, ha ha
[Chorus]
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Stop and go for the green I'm blowing smoke with my team
Gotta keep the club funded or it be no fun without me
I'm the man getting low getting throwed
to the freak to the weed
Baby girl you gotta heat for the street
And we back up in the
Heezy baby, Doggy's Angels, y'all so crazy
It's, yo', people, toes
Bangin
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