Lyrics:
diesel get me blowed)x2
smell good,let me hit dat
Blow kush wit Ball&Mjg
Smoke haze,I use to a seagal
Freeway put me on to da backwoods
And bleek
the whole world flip
Next trip, critics that wasn't wit' it popped lip (like what?)
"Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
But fuck, nigga need that, get off my
on vacation (Vacation)
And I'm tryna go wit' your bae (Your bae)
I told her I'm patiently waitin'
(I'm waitin')
She say she don't know what to say
(Boy I told
believe, i make believers
But how many said that shit when I was John?
She tell me she fuck wit
Me 'cause of my grind
Been grinding forever, I told her stop
Look, shorty what the deal is? I'm
Tryna see waddup wit' you
Tryna touch a million
I'm tryna buy a foreign coupe
Stackin' a lil bread, , bitch we
ball out in the club
Wit our niggas stayin trill
We never wrote a check just
Them big face bills
A player drinking Maker's Mark-er
Cranberry vodka
Wearin
she be fuckin' me back
Promoters be scared to book me
'Cause gang don't know how to act
Show up wit' a whole lotta niggas
And they brung a whole lotta
"After the first one
I won't sin again"
But niggas playin' wit' my name
This shit won't never end
Choppas all inside the coupe
This for my cousin Boo
I'm
and don't share shit, shit
You feel me?
Pull up flexin' wit my chains on
'Member being broke, now my money long
This a young flexin' nigga theme song
Pull up
they wit' the shit (Ha)
Judgin' my jeweler, I need it like Rick
(Rick) stay on the low, fan take a pic'
Play wit' your life, my nigga don't miss
(Miss)
I ain't tryna play wit' you, my nigga
And make sure you cut that too, everything
I learn to eyeball from watchin' the way my mama cook
Hopin' I
dance
She don't like new friends, drive her big body a Benz
She ain't friendly but she fuck wit' bro'nem, shake they hand
She got money too, she
slow it down wait around for a minute
And pick dis hang back up so we can get wit it
You know I'm feeling you girl but I'm just sensing
That ya wanna
money then I split wit my team.understand that we all got to die.live through the day wit the folk winner time wit my hand on my eye and my mind
all
Or how to begin, yeah
I ain't here to break it
Just see how far it will bend
Here again, here again
I wanna make it
I wanna make it wit
Yes! The front line of the Roc
Will through a football pass through ya chest
Brett Farve wit the glock
Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out
Money
we gone see what it is
What you in for everything under the sun
Recently got me first degree wit a hot gun
That's my third strike so Xzibit
he make beats, I make rhymes
And Snoop, he controls and calculates
In pervious moves, the Pound Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas'
will never rat (uh uh)
Blow the fuckin' whistle, I'm on my fuckin' grissle
Tryin' to make a dollar out a dime and a fuckin' nickle
I'll knuckle wit
You are now rockin' wit The Symphony
Yes sir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the number one fly boy (yeah)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)
Chris]
Yessuh! y'all know who the next up
Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh uhh! (c'mon!)
Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest
do the matrix
play wit it stray wit it
(verse 1)
yo
yo
smoke mo' kush I'm fucked up
I bounce
man, I stop, pop, and I lean
I'm on deck
naw
do not know me very well
But you will know me if you trip on me
You niggas cannot get wit me...
[Daz (Kurupt)]
Who are them two niggas that are
Funkmaster Flex, he down wit us (Heh)
DJ Premier, he down wit us (WADDUP PRIMO?)
My man Tony Touch, he down wit us
(TONY TOCA) dJ Green Lantern, he down wit us
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