Lyrics:
of sex, if man could overthrow it
He'd be king in a day, no way. We get rich, hard, give it away
We're weak and as we speak, the girls are hawkin'
Sizin' me
nothing
It's our little secret and I ain't going say nothing
Cuz you mine for out hours out of the day
You mine for a few days out of the week
You mine for
Hit it!
Aww yea!
Yeah
La-di-da-di, la-di-da-di
La-di, la-di!
You know what? Yo, peep this
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause
Me and my niggas was in the cut like rubbin' alcohol
Shaded up with a girl or two, not a worry at all
I'm with them niggas in LA, that you know
a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come
take that back)
Just shave it all off
You're just another girl now with a song
(Really, chill out)
And I'm just another sad man in LA
(Don't say that
day
I need a bad bitch over my place
Got the Louis hanging down my waste
Im going out tonight
I gotta freaky girl in my sight
She got them Asian eyes
maybe one day you'll be rich wife
[La The Darkman]
Yo, picture good days, young, no bills to pay
I can't 'til I grown, that's what all
paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
Puttin' inches all up in her
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
I'm a gold
a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded twelve-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come
Hit it!
Aww yea!
Yeah
La-di-da-di, la-di-da-di
La-di, la-di!
You know what? Yo, peep this
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause
had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
You’re pissing your parents off
See, you the type to pop a case of no way
We the type to pop a case of rosé
No way can you fuck with us on no day
Viva la
maybe one day you'll be rich wife
[La The Darkman]
Yo, picture good days, young, no bills to pay
I can't 'til I grown, that's what all
ached inside to wander
So hopped a freight in Waycross and I rode it to LA
I met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitution's
to understand La 'Rona
Told that girl to come on over
Maybe she can lay on this infected shoulder
Mind has been warped
Now I'm a corpse
Emotions locked down
pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
-Chorus-
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't
I ached inside to wonder
So I hoped a freight in Waycross and I rode it to L.A.
Well, I met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Maybel
'cause we can tell by the body language you frontin'
And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
I'll
paper pushin' green and snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
Puttin' inches all up in her
Blaze the bitch up now she's a bread winner
I'm a gold
Once upon a time ago, long before commercialized
Beats became sysnthesized and little girls were mezmerized
There was one mic and one light in
'cause we can tell by the body language you frontin'
And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
I'll
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