Lyrics:
on this shit
('Cause this pain inside)
(It never seems to pass me) see I feel even more trapped
(I said it never seems to pass me by)
Yeah
Where'd we
Mexican, that's my partna from Hillwood
Everybody know that I be balling outta control, smoke so I can feel good
I got drank or I got a lot of money, I got
Bar be poppin' like it's a nightclub
Saturday, still off the heezy for sheezy
You can find me up in One Tweezy
Sunday, gettin' me some sleep (please)
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Bridge:]
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep
own thing and my thing is to write for the people who like it.
G-Funky gangsta cool B.A sounding
Estribillo
G-Funky gangsta cool B.A sounding
G-Funky
Sinatra ripping the beat apart
Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming
But y'all in the dark
On point like a poisonous dart
I can feel it now, the fame is
you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what?
you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (hey)
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck (hey)
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what?
and tides spied before buildings were erected
It's ancient and futuristic like graffiti hieroglyphics
And the B-boy in my city is the only type of mystic
me
Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me
That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup
But in the ill gangstas
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit
Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes, then click
Once I'm dead, maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off of me
Niggas
They want that gangsta rap
But I can’t give em that
I been gangsta my whole life
I’m just not into that
I be looking up Philosophies
And how
that double R with my AR, all by myself (it's Dolph)
Damn Dolph, you smashed his bitch then smoked his homeboy (fuck 'em)
Had to look in the mirror
Perrigion
And listen to Luther or Kenny G, its Geto Boys and Jubiliee
You can't catch me holdin' hands in the shopping mall
If I'm wearin' (?) you know I'm
if it wasn’t
For they pussy ass boy
From the start being loyal
But they wasn’t fam
Cocaine when it's good it be jumping back
I'm getting 2 whole things
If you want it, boy, you sure can get it
You ain't heard
It's Cash Money and that Carolina, nigga
They call me gangsta, gangsta (yeah)
Weezy,
a merry go how the fuck I made it
Out boy that shit is a miracle benching 230 to big up my physical, Tryna
Raise up my fiscal go to get it boy I feel
mobster, callin all the shots
from a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
bring the grip with the passion
To be the fuckin' greatest
Load up and take shit
Make it to some high dollar gangsta shit
Jack a stack 'til we got
what's my name ace fuckin' hood ain't a damn thang change us
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers
bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P.A.T.
to Luther or Kenny G, its Geto Boys and Jubiliee
You can't catch me holdin' hands in the shopping mall
If I'm wearin' (?????)
You know I'm gettin' them draw's
louder
Imma say it louder
Turn it up
'Cause imma imma say it louder
Imma say it louder
It feels so good
It feels so good
It feels so good
Just to be
pussy and be cap quit all that lyin you anit no gangsta
I say i feel good i keep these drugs in my body
She open ha legs she say luh grady hop inside it
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