Lyrics:
know where a true warrior be at
OGC, Gunn Clappa, number 2
Louieville, do he ill, snap in half your crew
Back, smack, a few of you till your ears
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
Blizzy gang
Long live blizzy baby
Big trap
Yeah yeah
Lets go lets go
Uh
I'm with oc we smoke out the p
Put a price on that boy we put him in a sheet
Test your skills if you will don't let us trouble your fate
We're the almighty JVC Force the boss, we're so great
Strong Island
Knocking out crews by
a rap or two
You got to give to live, than lay up with me
Can't go to streets, lay up with me
Cause I'm a fuck all night, til I turn you out
If
Yea
Yea
Aye
Aye
Aye
Point Magu Be The Crew Doe'
2 Good
Good
Aye
Yea
Yea
Bounce
Bounce
Check it out
Yay Yay
Check it out
I been trying to find
the Westside Connection
My nigga Deadly Threat from the L.A. Zoo
L-B-C Crew, D.P.G, West Coast finest
Here's a toast to the coast!
What have we? - a house
stand alone but I gotta crew
And my back up acts up that's a rule
I'm a maintenance man so I keep a tool
Get to drilling shit and leave a nigga screwed
And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by
And she come and, let me ride like Über
Then I teach lil' momma how to ride lil smoother
Baby girl, gimme clues, no blues uh
Her love prolly right by
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you
[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don't love them hoes, f-ck
the devil's got a gritty, good show I don't think I can miss
'Cause there's an angel in corner's eye
Sit and wonder for the by and by
Two souls alone on a park
new fad I'm trippin'
Two tabs cause my life been slow said two hands when she rock that boat
Two hands when she ride that boy
Too live when I make that
featuring Master P
We gonna ball till we fall
Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
Chorus:
If you're
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Capricorn SZN 2,
Don’t gimme no reason to,
Act like an axe head,
And fly off the handle,
Nxggas spread their own lies,
And own propaganda,
Claim
don't start today
Walk in the club and I do what I do
Sipping on drank it's me and my crew
Said she never had nineteen forty two
Bitch, and you ain't
the mission
Getting out the pot you live in
Never allowed a pot to whiz in
So then my brothers potting pot with vision
Stocking ribbons
Swallowed by the game
One night (lone me (nd you
Gimme 1 2 3
On the floor right now
All ur girls (t the lobby w you
PRE HOOK
Eso m(mi (nd( no fuimos domin( b(by
P(s( por l(
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
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