Lyrics:
sweet 3/16 listen to me
And it might grow to a quarter world
A little increase to 5/16 to 3/8 of a feast
I measure till the whole inch is complete
Im
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
mercy as he eyes you like a measly morsel
Lips crack into a grin, straight from the devil's rack
Just then the sun goes black
Three second stack, then
Why don't you and all your friends
Come thru this weekend
What you smoking baby girl
What is you drinking
I've been turnt up to the max
You know I'm
of December 1985, and it's chart position was number 26. So stuff it again, where... you know where, or
whatever you like. Put it where you want, I don't care
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
12-inch subs, not 5-inch lattes
We take Valley girls and make them sluttes
When you come to eat at the Comptons
We got the meat and you got the buns
Oh,
inch by inch
Never telling secrets
Not a snitch or bitch
don’t like me Nigga
Then it is what it is
Got weights on my chest
shit heavy then a brick
enemies by any means
We going fast just like Lightning McQueen
Get on my level to get close to me
You get scared when we pull on on the scene
We keep
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
we're coming for heads, and we grew like a tumor (Damn)
Stepped in, then there were fewer
Fuck 12, eleven inch ruler (woah)
These hoes get around like
they are (uh)
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr (uh)
Me and Flacko, they say we the new Wave Gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home
whole team
Crazily sent
Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
Then Max out like two Ack's inside
to max
So start calling me a rapper
She's like all you ever do is trap
Well baby I'm a trapper
If you really think that it's all cap
Then just go and check
the reason nappy head hos wanna trap me
They be like don't he look exactly like my son he the pappy
Haters be makin my dough unhappy you should give me ya
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
like this record,you think it's fun?
Party people get stupid we just begun!!!
(break)
You're get,get,gettin' real stupid
As the beat hits your body get
doing no ganja
Yeah you see me rolling on the streets
You know it's Prodject on the beat
We doing these deals max to max
100 bands in the back we might
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
a dark heart
If I finish what you start will I have a dark heart
Them cats stormed the capital and minimal popo
We get pulled over at least 3 or 4 show
sweating
Y3de Ohia ka medin ho kraa a y3nka s3bi
Money bouncing me like I’m allergic
Me nni time
Me nni time for you side holes
Waste that time
at backs
You see the wave like your staring at Max,
.. I be anywhere letting it hang,
Rock a show, Guestlist, they better let in the gang
Reppin for notts,
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