Lyrics:
hittin' so hard that your CD skips
Well check it out, make sure it doesn't happen again
I got my grip on it, so turn it up to volume ten
Volume 10, word,
drives by
That's right ese
Kicking up nada but reality
So if you putos don't know
You better recognize
Gang-banging like a motherfucker, down for my shit
Ugh
It's E. Nigma
Brooklyn
Ugh
The game is the game
Most the players the same
I just call it how I see it
I'm just drawing up plays
Here leading my
giving up the annual communion
It seems we made it to another summer
Yeah we came and come up
213 is more than friends
Yeah, we like blood brothers
the remarkable
Listen to me baby doll
I'm hated by many, loved by 213
Respected by all, feared by none
Hon' you stuntin' with a hall
Get involved with me,
and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make believe
There will be, ups and downs, smiles and frowns
Share with me, fairy tales or make
tryin' to find Mr. Warren G.
Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak
All of you hoes know what's up with 2-1-3
So I hooks a left on the 2-1
MzHayes & I'm Bringing it back got my girls in here and they throwing it back owwww this is a hold up 1 to the 2 to the 213 Got my black shades on and I'm
be iced out!
Jordan downs, living lifestyle
Jumped off the porch start sellin weed since a little child
Bitches said that they ain’t want me but they
Era fitted round a good fade
Hey. You lock it down tight like some hood braids
Bae caught me glancing. Smiles when she drive by and waves
Now’s my
a slither, em punks bicker, ma rhymes thicker
Quicker to mash em I fuck it up then I sip liquor
First to bomb, l be the first to leave
I be the first crazy
play
Fully loaded homie you can get it anyway
Fresh paint on that black Chevrolet
85 SS down the Interstate
Bald head tattoos white tee
East Side 213
Is
talk you don't know me
Any moment no cold feet
Middle finger up the police
It's the high mans dojo
We gotta the Buddha and the funk by the boatload
Creepin, hittin switches, bumpin, riding low
Danger sittin shotgun, Crook's rollin up one
Got the rag-top down in this hot ass sun
Rollin, by the park we go
vibe with bullshit or fuckery
Keep it legit D.O.G.G. like 213
Been doing this since 15, I had a dream
When I put up my Drake posters wishing it would be
city, that 2-1-3
When you out and about, I just hope that you be thinkin' bout me
And when you down on the ground, you can come run it up when you fuckin'
with a father daughter love that you could never replace
A man gave up his uniform to raise a woman by himself with no help
Unselfish and scared as shit
Rollin' down the highway pedal to the floor
Same fools ridin’ that been down for years
Nigga pullin' real weight
Same fools ridin' that been down for
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
They take out their loans
Purchase our homes
Kick out my folks
Jack up the costs
Paint all the doors
Now it's all ghosts
Black is just bedtime
Now we
Let you down
Cant say I never will
Hurt my heart to see some people switch
It made me better still
I wanted to
Nevermind
Lookin for nirvana I been
Ain't no city better than the one I'm from
All my California girls know how to have fun
All my playas from LA know how to get down
Let's ride
shit
2-1-3 click, wish Nate could see this
Recognize game when it's in your face
And when I pull up, all you hear is "Everlasting Bass"
Say what up
just can’t relate
Running like shaccari it’s a paper chase
CP bussing, I’m fucking up every data base
They ain’t seen a 800 since a phone number
Ima
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