Lyrics:
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why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
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why'all hear that Nolia Clap
why'all hear that Nolia Clap
[Verse 1]
I'm in the Calio, You know I'm headed front of town
By Chaotic and the Real One,
Clap?
Y'all hear that Nolia Clap?
I'm in the Calio, you know I'm headed front of town
By Kayotic and Lil' real one, 'cause it?s going down
You see
East coast grumpy hoes
And my west coast girl got her own condo
Got me 'bout to buy a
Crib by the Hollywood O, oh
It's - that nigga they be checkin' for
when I ran around the corner by Pat house
Now they got my fuckin' boy on the corner
And if I spray the tec, best believe my boy's a goner
Yellin' down
for the flavor
Just got a gallon of house special from the neighbor
Shots of the Don to the face
Doobs of that strong I can take
The DJ rockin with
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
flow
The type that make you crumble up your rhymes and write a suicide note
Superior mind, I was designed by a god of some sort
To prey upon humans
it
Shergar's body been exhumed by irish terrorists today
If the ransom isn't paid out then his life may not be saved
No we don't live in houses that
a bite
Bourbon chicken at my house or fast food we’re passing by
We would blast music through the town cracking jokes
Like where’s my gas money, really I’m
Bernard Getts
My squad flex like Lee Haney, so its best I keeps myself on house arrest
Cause you never know, maybe they might wind up at 429 Bauchet
Locked
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe I'm just a machine
Lately, I just don't feel anything
This used to feel like a dream
Now I'm thrown out by
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
on Claiborne
And St Bernard across from Cajuns
Firearm on his waste
Diamonds all in his charm
Looking like the man
All the hoes staring hard
But Judy staring
at your house I don't care bout a charge
Chopper by the couch knock you to the garage
I got money now I think it's time for a car
Catching her fucking off
on the ground records dog, no saint bernard
I'm tryna stack more chips than a lumberyard
Don't try to act hard cuz I'll pull your card
Ambrxse and ruda leave you
the same since the hurricane...
The Parish I was born in was Orleans,
Smelling above me, Blue house on Dalphine,
Till we moved by Grandmaw, walk
bestow?
I can not be affected by you
See me like easy target? Oh no
I got tricks under my chapeau
This farm boy will fuck you up
Lets go
So you're
And gettin' neutered by the vet
He got his paws caught in a net
Then he said to be or not to meeeow!
William Shakespeare's in my cat
He rarely ever talks
He
back bitch
I grip my nut sack as I bust that shit
Sluts in the house; dump that trick
And put that ass where my mustache is
What’s this? Big Jarv is
pet
And gettin' neutered by the vet
He got his paws caught in a net
Then he said to be or not to meeeow!
William Shakespeare's in my cat
He rarely ever
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