Lyrics:
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It's where you find the News Two crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at,
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
to lift your cups then
[Chorus]
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
My pocket is full of bank
You want me to stop I can't
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
[Jay Dee]
Go, uhh, bounce, this is for all my live people
That want to hear some live shit, uh, this for you, ha
All my live bitches.. what
get out my way coz fuck it I'm going
Im making my own moves all that in silence
I'm all in my own groove just minding my business
I live by my own
back to San Fran with the ninerz can you dig it
Too many bandz but they not for show
Too many broke niggas ask for doe
Trynna live my life yea I bet you
check you wouldn't have a check at all
- a one two, and I'm a check you
I start most of my raps off kinda slow
just so you could see exactly where it
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
Got the crew livin' large
(Livin' large) , ah (Pour up, toast up)
I've been getting stoned rollie two-tone
Five hundred on cologne put ice in my goals
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
lid
'Cause, when I was the age of one
My father gave me my very first gun
When I was the age of two
I was pullin' out records with the SD Crew
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
mi heart you so special
You only know how to make my day
Forever wi a go live inna harmony
She nuh wear no makeup she so natural
Call me S.K cuz I'm
both sides
I'm at a nigga neck
I ain't talking bout a bow tie
Flames on my trail
Like I'm sliding with the Ghost Rider
I'm fly by myself
I ain't never
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
Always a plot
Uh
2G's till I rot
Uh
Got this shit on lock
Uh
My gangg on the block
Uh
See 12 we don't talk
Ugh
Beast like Brock
Uh
I need all them
since '81
And I got opps looking down the barrel
I'm rollin' it's all games and fun
First fire balls, I'm bringing peril
Don't live by Rools here
But
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