Lyrics:
wanna comе thru
Top grade greens, babygyal gon lean
Zero wass no cap, if I’m talkin to you
Roll it, spark, sеt the fire in the booth
Everybody knows that
And everybody watchin' when the whips pass by
Now watch the watch how it dance, while I thumb through the bands
Sellin' rocks in my trap, got beaucoup racks in
and answer all my prayers
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing (Ryan!)
Same little boy used
talkin' by this page
Tonight we let the monsters out, they comin' out they cage
Hearin' ain't enough, I'm tryna show you how it bang
I'm strapped in this
a glass on it
Baby let me get a taste
(I swear that she so thick)
Got a model type of smile
Curvy lanes by the pound
Love the way she drop it down
(Lil mama
the mornin'?
Don't you like livin', baby? Don't you like breathin'? (Don't you?)
I ain't finna chase you down but I'm finna humble you (oh, yeah)
Fightin' for
feels good baby
(Hook)
(Kurupt)
In my mind's eye all I see is time passin by,
Will I make it to the other side
Ready to ride, we was all born to die
But
home girl
And it feels good baby
In my mind's eye all I see is time passin' by
Will I make it to the other side
Ready to ride, we was all born
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-IG
I got P-A-ID, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went
For twenty down
gon' remember these eyes
And we all in
I take a fall to bring back my dawg, fuck what you talkin
Baby, it ain't your fault you got too involved, I'm
said you talkin crazy
Tell me whats wrong with my baby
He said I’m sorry lady
I’ll have top talk to doctor Brady
Checked my genealogy
Logged into 23
I'm about to get crazy some more
Yo yo yo, just me and my honey she's my one and only
Baby likes to do her thang
What you talkin' 'bout homie
If
momma hit my phone like, son, when you gon' have a baby
I respond like my eyes on too many hoes to have a lady
I got a 40 now, but I won't turn my back
of the nose
Soul, let 'em know 'bout them blocks that we rose from
Legend in my city, must acknowledge it
I hustle 'fore fightin', head down, they Robinson,
and that there Figaro
[Chorus]
[Outro: Freeky Zeeky]
Fuck y'all niggaz that's word to my mother B.
If I catch anyone of y'all niggaz runnin by, walkin
bitch that lied
a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
soon as I get there I find Afeni
the babies cryin' what's the reason
So who you posed to be, public enemy number one now
Next thing I know you gon' be tryna tell me to put my guns down
to bring the flame
And baby I burn em down
Takin' your lady, makin' her crazy
Bend over and turn around
Hit it and pass it on to my homies
Can turn it out
on a salad diet
Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like fuck everybody
Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies
Yeah, I fuck so long it feel like exercising
I test
we still breakin' them bops
Beep-beep goes my page when I pass by her house
Know what I'm talkin bout, ain't no remedy for that
Lovin this cool cat,
One, two, three, four, everybody know in my hood
I'm smokin' on fifty-six
They say, Baby Fifth ass was runnin'
On my mama, his ass couldn't jump that
'em a 100%
Stuck with the skrilla with Baby and Wayne again
Bizzy, you know my name, my name
Number with the game, survival of a rival
Never compete
"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about college or what you read in
bite my style, dawg
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