Lyrics:
What's up fool, I got like about 3 buck on the Rossi
Let's go get perved
You don't wanna get perved, nigga
You don't wanna fuck wit this Rossi
on the door we don't let them in
Im going going back home, Monte Carlo
9-8-triple 0 is my residence
Evil super model, she know how to swallow
Drown pain with
fell in love with Kali Ma
But now it's time to take your heart
These niggas want to take it back
Like civil rights and Rosa Parks
After dark the riot
tie wearin' bolo champ
Comin' straight out the box with a bolo champ'
Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots
Like the way his release
you're dead
Homie
It's your mother, your uncle and brother
If God was a Loc
He'd probably had one comin'
Damn, that's fucked up, I guess it is
When you
low
And you know how it goes
When I'm rolling thru the city now
The Monte Carlo
On the coast no coat
With the top dropped back
Cause you know just how
that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Money, money, money
Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Wodie, shit don't stop we gon' keep it real
That remote hand it here
Trucks with chandeliers
He don't have America
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks
in the mall, I ain't got no brain
Doin' shit together we can't do again (straight up!)
Brooklyn with the combo, I'll put in pain
Ooh, I'm back for
Ignorance is bliss
Yeah its bliss
Aye yuh
Aye
Look
You Better get up in the mix mix mix cake batter
Do your lil dance baby
It don't even matter
All eyes
Mix Tape, on your Mix Tape
And you don't know what band is playing
And you made up a name to name this song
'cause you lost that piece of paper
a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
Talk
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
My love
Now you’re lying lonesome
With visions of blue
Vision in you
Again you let your heart go
And when ever you do
It’s
changing lanes in the Aston
Leaning back with your dame laughing (haha)
[(Chorus) Lac + Mannie Fresh]
[Lac:] If your riding on 16's than put that bitch up
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
Hollow hit your face, oven roast your jaw
Number one rule don't talk with
The folks at all
In San Antonio, got folks to call
Had GD's pulled up on the 8
productions and you know the game is tight, hold up,
You would think I’m Rachel Ray just by the way I’m cutting up, no I don’t kick it with my soldiers but
Ronald Williams.
Holla! You can find me changin' lanes in the Aston,
Leaning back with your dame laughing... (Haha...)
C'mon!
[LAC & MANNIE FRESH]
me
Smokin' on these papers with your bitch in the meantime
She do it like a vac and pull it out when it's cleanin' time
Nigga, throw it up, you know
Double Up
Women don't stop when I walk up in the club
See your girl with her girl and try to get a group hug
Get 'em to the hotel get some group love
all get back, I bodied that
You ain't body this though
Not yet I won't let you close
They told me don't mix work with the personal
But you go with me
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