Lyrics:
and the yey for most the paper we made in all dimes
I ain't lying the pleasure was all mine
Have big work to move but we served the small time
I always out
need
My D-O-Gs, the G-O-Ds
Of rap is back
M-O-B-B, Hav and P
Who rep NYC like QB
We vets, we not pets
You confusin' me
My D-O-Gs, the G-O-Ds
Pokey) some M- (and Paul Wall, baby)
It's the people's champ, I'm something like a baller
The candy paint dripping off of the old school Impala
I'm
Pokey) some M- (and Paul Wall, baby)
It's the people's champ, I'm something like a baller
The candy paint dripping off of the old school Impala
I'm
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
hecklered and cocked,
In California niggas back on the block,
I'm from Compton muthafucka, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty
What's happening?
It's only right that we start this series off with something cinematic
Only certain niggas can touch the classics
You're now
Say I'm walkin' to the moonlight
See me stackin' up some Gs to the coupe now
Feelin' faded right away where the trip na
Foot pon the pedal while I'm
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life
The Tripper
My nigga Tone been locked for a minute
He come home, he from the skreets
He gon' want him some skrippers
And I'm a big tipper
I don't even be
something I creep to, something I get head to
Will I tell Big V about you boo? (Uh-huh)
Fo sho, I think he want some too (yeah)
This something I make paper
a chance?
Everybody in this bitch can do
The murder man dance, nigga
Won't stop that shit to get the cheese
Me take your set Gs
Pimp C, Bun B, Spice O-N-E we
Vrrrm, Mercedes
Lost so many friends from high school
But we finna see some millions it's all cool
All these haters outchea tryna plot
Me too, but
it gets worse
Go ahead and crank up the volume inside of your system
It's lev and desh we revvin' up over you big worms
In it with the beat till
Slow down my flow, gonna be a sex symbol
R&B gangster, got the formula locked
Sing on the hook cause we taking it pop
Produced by Teddy Riley, featuring
we was young, dumb and broke in high school
And we would dodge guns and swung on those in piru
And would ride, live and die by one concise rule
thank you and alladat
Played the hell out of the Nubians -- the shit was fat
So now we're in Lafayette, Louisiana
Bought a three eighty from some little
the top
It's missin a roof we hit da spot it's me n givenchy n
We in the Bentley we soon hit da Telly like get the thots
I jus got some work at like 5 da
Artillery, nuttin' was censored
Locking off raves, man are running through entrance
Got Gs in the ends too
My Gs, we offend too
You ain't buying no arsenal
Outro:
Ok Amen Hallelujay aye big praises big God okay now let’s line up with some truth and get blessed to be a blessing yes
Yeah I was lost- but He
I've seen it done for some,
Crumbs to riches,
This is 4th and inches,
When legends are born,
Pray we all live forever, n***a.
Hook:
Nowadays,
Feeling
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