Lyrics:
the fuck, ain't got no motion, that's why he sad
Ayy, here they block again, I'm tryna spend it here by all, y'all
That boy head went to runnin' when he saw
back
Man
These niggas ain't shit, man, for real, man
That's the way I see it, nigga 9-5-4, nigga
On some real shit, nigga
Befriended and sneak diss me,
I know something about love
You've gotta want it bad
If that man gets into your blood
Then go out and get him
If you want him to be
Always by
I know something about love
You've gotta want it bad
If that man gets into your blood
Then go out and get him
If you want him to be
Always by
thinkin' emotions
Sick him with potions that I've developed
To make the body swell up like venom
Once I'm in em then I skin em and skull em
After that I
the camera
We're clear
Who's them niggas in the cul-de-sac
That's just little Leroy, that's just him and them D Boys
Posted up at the end of the block,
Use your telephone, eat your food
And go down on uncle Jesse
My fucking fat daughter getting
Plowed by that kid
He's like a fucking discount
Kmart Kirk
loyal to them mockers
And ye and im a proud border hopper
That dont i stuff dope in my locker
I could tell that u fake cuz you aint happy when
We get
shit was gravy now he outta mind(gravy)
And out sight(haaaa )
Told that hoe to suck till I'm satisfied (let's do it)
Pull my moves all by myself it aint
bullets gon' hit him, he think it's a joke
Nigga, I gotta be bangin' how I got him loose
These niggas think that he tough, put a blade at his throat
Yeah
option
Hang my face in the
Hall of fame of the bell hoppers
Big stomper vs lil pumpers
Score board said
Visitors up 10
Be we know that dok, is up
with the love but don't fuck with the hate
You are a beast that no one can tame
Wake up in the morning it's five in the morning
Wake up by her side
life shorty think that she a hopper
Choppa gon do ya
Bring it bacc to ya
Shawty ain't a angel or a demon she madusa
Choppa gon do ya
Bring it bacc
ten times more addictive"
That night he turned into a crack head
A month later, my boy looked half dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Cops caught him with
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
blasian (Yeah)
NASCAR zoom, got my heart racin' (Zoom, zoom)
Turn around bae and get yo face in
She so different, could tell by that waist bend
Nah, she
its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop artists that kill
I move to mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack
what’s next
There’s more sun to shine, and road to ride
Brother with you by my side
So come on Hopper Bob, it’s time for another round
We’ve got some hell
him with them 7.62s, his ass gon' flip again
Bitch, I did that shit again
It feel good, back on, my shit again
It feel good to talk my shit again, nigga
of the man
Was all that they found
[Chorus]
Well they finally found a way
This cat for to fix
They put him in an orange crate
On Route 66
Come
that girl he'll just fall out
Anybody want him out
He gon Rock out for that girl
I'm a little Bank
Little Bank Nigga
Keep talking s*** you can't even
at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking
kicking game like Acclaim
Those who you call Doggs rat your name
Those who say they love you attack your change
That's why I fold down 4 fingers
Say fuck
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