Lyrics:
Okay, Okay
Boutta flip me a k
Been with the guys tryna spin everyday
Gotta get up tryna spin in a Wraith
Can't dip on the H but im tryn' get some cake
Aiyo, slipperly slurp slip, nigga, churped off, two sniffs of cocaine
This motherfucker broke the glass in my whip
Tryna dip, on this twenty dollar
next up
Hammer in the North Face, run down
It's a cold case (Ah)
Custom cocaine Air 1s
Goonies by her cold gates, waiting on
Parole dates, you get
truant
Lying to the people
Know you want for your doings
Good with this rap talk
I'm kinda speaking fluent
Influenced by cocaine, gats, and my dickies
Life
Listen to me young soldiers, salaros the laws of the street
you know the law enemies stand side by side
You can either kill em now or wait for them
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
new Maserati (Let's Go)
I'm Goin fast fast fast
or maybe a Harley
Press on the gas gas gas
Brief case with 200k
So rich like i won the race
fed
Autoooo
Like I coped a K
I play two k but I'm gone quit mid game
You call me bout a play
He down the way
Aye Line it up like cocaine
What my potna say
Aye
ran by a criminal
I'm the king of rap
There ain’t none higher
Sucka emcees
Some wack ass rhymers
To fuck with my style
Better pack iron
Can’t stop
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deceiving
It hurts some more, it hurts some more
Mr. Cocaine music, I'm 100% proof
Bout to make it smooth, I'm Mr. Rebel, rhyme invasion
A little spice in my
up
I rather go to jail and than get jacked up
I rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
I was a man even as a little kid
Maybe I was nine
If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug-head
from the stock of parts available, at a local chain of head shops, Planet K
A large ceramic bowl about the size of a tuba mouthpiece sitting on top
got a gun tucked
I been on exotic, I keep narcotics in my body
Cocaine on my neck and wrist
I came from drug money
Me and my niggas got rich as
Hell
that
Nothing that I ain't gonna try
Bump of K, I'm gonna fly
Papi, what you wanna do?
You got a cocaine twin in bed with you
And I got a new trick
the cartel (cartel)
It's us against the world, it's all well (it's all well)
Bet I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my
Yeah
My cocaine
we was slidin' back in the day (21)
21 Gang, woodgrain on the K (21)
Big Slaughter, nigga, big dagger in my face (straight up)
Ski mask, fuck
away my carear
I'm my Mothers first born, Her last bad seed
[Verse Two: Fredro Star a.k.a. Never]
Its all about the next caper
The cocaine, props
to trial and got cooked
He should've looked both ways
I got rich off of cocaine
Yours never came back, what a shame
Yo, hey look my dog'll slit your throat
coat cost me two birds, designed by Virgil
Put on diamond rings with Pierre Moss, might put some ice on every tooth
Was somewhere in that studio, don't
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
(Repeat 4X)
[Foxy Brown]
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas
WhoLehearted determination with dedication we won
Thru meditation we take it Manifesting these ones... ...J.F.K.
CHORUS
UMMMMM.....Ummm....Ah..umum.. WE
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