Lyrics:
The metal let 'em burn like Ursha but worse, uh
If there's any beef I come Ron like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up
We take your
Why do your name keep bein' brung up? Paper work bein' dug up?
If you ever told on one of your brothers you niggas is suckers
(You niggas is suckers)
Throw some D's"
Two bad bitches in the backseat
One of them for me mexican mami named Marie
Rolling up some trees on the 105 East
Rolled down the window
Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real
Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty
Shorty, what up, huh?
Come on
Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
Back, throw up the money, they like that
Diamonds been bird, that’s fight night
They hitting, the biting like Mike Ty
Undefeated like Mayweather
Pop more
The only price she
Thought was right
That made the writing
Fee but by then if your
Hustle was hustle then
Your hustler wouldn't
Be plugged for the
Rightful
[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice
[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be
Grown bitch threw up in the hood, eat fish sticks
Hood bitch state that she the shit but you ain't rich
You's a thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass
the hood
Last time i checked Detroit was the hood
But them rappers dont live there they live in Hollywood
What if the same dude you looked up to was
The metal let 'em burn like Ursha but worse, uh
If there's any beef I come Ron like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up
We take your
to go (nowhere to go)
Now throw your hands up
Hustlers, busters, boosters, hoes
Everybody, fuck that
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still
Inglewood, breaking your back
With The Shadiest WC and Mr. Cj Mac
Get your roll on, throw it up
If you came to get your smoke on, throw it up
If you're
your dime from you (that's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it
your dime from you (that's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it
niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops
Why should I lie,
Hey, throw up your legs, wrap those shits around my back
It's a WESTSIDE thing fuckin' hoes 'round the map
Walkin down 125 while I'm peepin out hotties
get a taste of my hood
I'm da captain of the corner
Khaki's and Coronas
Now we gotta show em
So let's patch em up and blow em
Now, blow the dice,
up in the title, nigga
Now everybody throw your hands up high
Time to show these motherfuckers how the west coast ride
Yeah
Now everybody throw your
Deep
"Throw your sets up", I'm strapped up and finna wet ya
That 47 setter, kill ya for that third letter
Bet another couldn't get a second chance to do
(hands up)
Everybody here, get it out of control (woo)
Get your backs off the wall, 'cause Misdemeanor said so (uh-huh)
Everybody (just throw your
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