Lyrics:
If a nigga was blind to the fact I'd understand why y'all niggas die by the trap
Seems like the only way a nigga up is selling crack, but
This ain't
just watch their reaction
Let go ...
Next flow
Heck no
Hey presto
It's not by magic it's a habit when we let the tec go
Leg slow
Making it out the hood
'cause I'm using cruise control
Yeah, this type of mood is very fundamental
Bumping to this chill-ass instrumental
Brought to you by my homeboy Soup
Bass
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Cowards tried to murder me
From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit, I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothin' more I
tried to murder me
From the hood to the 'burbs, everyone of you niggas heard of me
Shit, I'm legendary niggas scary and paralyzed
Nothin' more I
you heard of the name
Kweli the truth, like I'm comin' out the mouth of bass
One for it, one for out the grave
Niggas want they reparations, how you
crazy, will get touched
Put the mace in your face
Bitch that's what's up
I'm dirty, but my diamonds clean
You're blinded by the way
That my diamonds gleam
the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing
Never have to say
Please
life, you wish it was a Too $hort rap
But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping just ain't your place
So back
the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing
Never have to say
Please
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
when it's bass
We raise the levels
Love it, get it and think nothing of it
Make amends then make it public
We ain't to fuck with
Rollin' 50 deep
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
on this
I'm rollin' through the hood on Saturday night
Got a 40 in my left hand, dick in my right
Some Cronk in my left, pager in my hat
And a 9
to kill 'em
I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains
I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came
I went hard all fall like the ball
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
Rock with me
Yeah just like that you got it
We do it at the park
We do it by the lake
We do it in the streets
We keep it in the team
We keep it after
Chorus:
It's either me and my wifey or I'm rolling with the family
Might see me by myself just rolling in my Hoopty
Rolling in my Hoopty, Rolling
1 for the money, 2 for the streets
3 for the niggas with the gangsta-ass beats
A .45, cause I'm up to no good
6 plus 4 plus 1 for the hood
Steppin
gettin' swolled, but gettin' dubbed by a gold digger
[silkk]
Now some choose to pimp hoes, and some hoes pimp them
Whatever it may be, everybody against
blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
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