Lyrics:
no, that shit comin from that trunk of that car we just walked by
I don't know where that shit comin' from
I know that shit stank
or die, people just float
She give her heart to the man in the long black coat
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June
Tree trunks uprooted
As my Daytons spin low rider sitting low
Hitting corners so hard you could taste my rims
Rag top 6-4 Hsenny in the passenger side
Smoking chronic
that pass by in them old school chevies wit the top downs,
Beats that, you know, make the trunk rattle, rear-views shake,
Then they look at you wit
voice alone'll fuckin' chill your bones
The AR-15 beam leave you still as stone
I'm workin' twenty-four-seven while you
Chill at home i'm on the block
floss the candy cream gleam, when I pull on the scene
My four 18's and screens, got my shit sitting mean
My drop top is a supreme, king of a young
There are seven known wonders of the world
You about to witness the eighth, muthafucka
I got King Kong in my trunk, King Kong in my doors
My nuts
Fucked around and told my plan to the man
Sitting next to the god damn men
How was I to know son
That the nigg' blow with one and told the 4
didn't know, that I would know, so many is good hoes
By the look that you chose, you're undercover pros
Praise the Lord, bless your soul
In your Gap
pleaser
You know it but can't leave her
She the only one that love you
She tell you and you believe her
You stupid
Got shot by Cupid
The devil shuffling
AM WILD WES DOO THIS ALL NIGTH QUESTION FOURS BY FOURS ON RIDE WAS SUP BEE HELD UP BEANS TALK ABOUT REAL WEST SIDE BLOOD PLAN WALKING WITH THE P.O.O.H
Pushin' rhymes underground like moonshine
With jump like juke joints
Ridin' like old 'lacs
Down like 4 flats
Shine like gold grills
Curls
cause im paid(Im living like a hustler)
x4
[Girl]
Tom Cool and shit, watch you mean by fuck a bitch
[Master P]
What else should I say fuck a bitch
the... and leave the whole scene bloody
This ain't about money
Revenge of the black mummy's
Ancient dark studies learn to snatch Honeys from dummies
4th by
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
know what I'm sayin'?
I'm the realest nigga in it, you already know
Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?)
A lifetime
this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score games down the block
For me it's hip hop around the clock
Critical, I'm bound
whips and gave him a thrashing
Torn trunks lay down by his ankles
Then came a candle wax, she tightened the shackles
Then came to his surprise a surprise
uneducated creatures
The world is made of all those pieces
Turn left!
You see a car (Photo on the wall)
Four wheels, a trunk, a front bar
And a motor made
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
row, by the do'
I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way
I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago
Three hours, I landed in the city
I'm comin' from the west, they all slept
(Flex) 'Cause it's been a long day
And I get with Johnny Q when
Niggas rub me the wrong way
Twenty four tracks
half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking
everybody's run stops ask Brandon Jacobs
What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry
Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties
Abort the strategy
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