Lyrics:
I got hoes in atlanta
Bitches cali
Niggas in new york
My goons at the door
I see you chillin under street light
Limo tint do a drive by
Niggas aint
he can get 'em their p"
But he's gotta hit road, so he needs a couple weeks
Look, you got five days, keep thinking I'm joking
You and your mum, 6
The fist of America's heart
With a dream of choking it out
Now William had enemies and wouldn't you know one day
He got shot in a parlor room and died
on)
Vanessa Williams (keep rockin' on)
Halle Berry (keep rockin' on)
Queen Latifah (keep rockin' on)
S-w-v (keep rockin' on)
Ayy, yo, Monica (keep
the trust we need...
I look in the mirror and I say it's only I we trust ...
But everybody got it problems... Who Income in the potientist ...
So many
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
be woah
Imma hit it like Serena Williams
Fuck you dirty, what?
I like your girl, Imma walk up tough
I don't hold back, Imma say you what I want like
the doctor said
He's got that look in his eye y'know
Reminds me of mischief
Yeah this ones gonna be trouble I can tell it
And then the lights went
Then
at that boy, Ginder Go
Look at that boy, Ginder Go
Look at that boy, Ginder Go
Go, Go, GO
Look at that boy, Ginder Go
He got homies, he got hoes
They were
Yeah
God is the greatest
He's been good to me
Yeah, look
I know the lord is protectin' me
But I still keep me a chopper (I got it, nigga)
Seen him cry two times in my life and that was crazy
By his side funeral making sure that he make it
That just showed me some bonds could never be
going
Oh when he's got to Margaret's bower
He's turled low on the pin
Oh wake up, me May Margaret rise up and let me in
Oh who is this at my bower
going
Oh when he's got to Margaret's bower
He's turled low on the pin
Oh wake up, me May Margaret Rise up and let me in
Oh who is this at my bower
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down
This block's getting worse by the hour!
You can't even go to a club with a friend
Without having somebody shove you!
Ay, por favor
Vanessa, don't
Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go
stu, to the stage with a writing for the wrongs
I just pulled up in a Tesla wit Vanessa (Oh my goodness)
I was broke so I'd put checks all on my
often tell me that we flossin'
Off in G4s, just tell 'em send reinforcements
Got crazy divas in my ish
And my car strapped like it's
Baby seaters in
Ryan Gomes - and I'm starting by default
I'm Ryan Gomes - he's Ryan Gomes - I got hustle I got heart
I'm Ryan Gomes - he's Ryan Gomes - I know and play
hoppita, hoppita, I love her like wobble
We tonguin', we fuckin' we tonguin', we fuckin', I'm cumin'
I got a bitch named Vanessa
She like how I finesse her
play that shit
So I told my boy Don't
You sell it
I'll be the look out
And we split the money the middle
He sold it And we make 125 a piece
we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[E-40]
Look out peon, we might of lost
If she don't let me fuck, I'm gone go and fuck her friend or something
Brodie said he don't got motion, I said you better learn to scam or something
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