Lyrics:
I can tell by the way you've been
Lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been
Dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u
a bunny, boucin like a rabbit
Boys wanna have it, breakin boys
Off 2 times dag nab it
Lemme hurt em, a hater hurter, on a mission
I gots to come down
a bunny, boucin like a rabbit
Boys wanna have it, breakin boys
Off 2 times dag nab it
Lemme hurt em, a hater hurter, on a mission
I gots to come down
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
smilin' (still trill)
The low life grinders
Give a fuck, I give a fuck, just like 'em (still real)
Hotbox strike you
Livin' life by the gun like
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
Time, time to hit the slab
The B is sitting low
Im puffin on the dro i got the pistol in the doe
I pull up in my ride, these hoes lookin hot
If
Time, time to hit the slab
The B is sitting low
Im puffin on the dro i got the pistol in the doe
I pull up in my ride, these hoes lookin hot
If
niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)
Don't want to see you wit no
Me and the twin ninas have menage??
Pistol on my side, don't come at me sideways
When the 5 sprays, he paralyzed (Bye Legs)
Bust til' the Glock hot
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
I could tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I could tell by the way you've been dancing wit' yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From the down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just
ya to come get
I'm 2 steppin' with my weapon
Cause they don't check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there
And they don't check us
All of the niggas
breaker
Large tray full of shots like a bar waiter
Kamehameha, bar layer after bar layer
The chicken getting plucked if I pick 'em
I'm a guitar player like
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time
the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of [edited] I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So
em' out
Get em'
Oh l.l. I need love lookin' boy,
Fake i.d. can't get in club lookin' boy,
Remember me from school? hell no you gets no love
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggas dyin' by my
(Watch the smoke from my cigarette)
It's blood money, baby, 2 Pistols
(Baby, baby, baby) all California shit (Yah)
No cigarette (2 Chainz)
(Slowly
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