Lyrics:
dégâts en brrr.
Plein phares audi je les arraché pris son bolide.
Jai tout fait dans la stup maintenant ces le trafiq de meu ar .
Connu dans les by
outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.
She's gotta gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left
To the van but then her door slides open
Got my paint ball gun
Throwing marbles at windows
That's my style
They say I'm maladjusted
I don't know, I haven't
at the Holiday Inn - Oh No
And it's beginning to snow
VENDOR #2
How about a fur -
In perfect shape
Owned by an MBA from uptown
I got a tweed
Broken in by
s*** in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
might just snap the piss, out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga fuck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!)
Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard,
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
west coast we the ogz
original gangsta nigga like 6 n da morning police at my door
and niggaz n the dope spot with guns and triggaz
the battle ram
west coast we the ogz
original gangsta nigga like 6 n da morning police at my door
and niggaz n the dope spot with guns and triggaz
the battle ram
verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No
yey
Nu mi se inchide portofelu de la cash
Ai avut datorii la mine si tu ai dat dash
Wow, rainbow machine gun la brau, wow
Zici ca sunt Rambo
Sunteti
boys for the corner
Passer-by want to collect her number
Ooo' my baby get yawa
Baby fish weh dey like shawarma
Ghetto girl weh dey form lekki
Passer-by
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
be?
Nigga kept playin now i gotta dump my weapon
Lace up nigga we finna get to steppin
Got like 4 burners on me
I aint talking guns im talkin money
Vee
leads to your demise
In a pit no surprise
All just end the same fuck your lies
Battled this monster inside all my life
By no one but my words I'ma stick
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