Lyrics:
I hit Chicago, I'm calling Regina
Multiple pussies on call, I'm a genius I wanna drown , so I call up Katrina
Pussy keep talking bout shots don't
soon
That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup I see the crowd move
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another sip,
my mind next
Yes but i'm still havin fun tho
if I press start I can end ya press run hoe
Ahp, Damn
Here I go again, another cold shot to an old friend
as long as the music's loud
If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is
understand, 'cause that shit really don't amuse me
I'ma grab the microphone till the mic is gone, I can hit the spot
Like it or not I'm a big shot, fuck it
Hmm..
Hmm...
Hmm....
[Chorus: (x2)]
Big Ballin, BRC made nigga
Shot callin, Beelow the ballaholic never falling
In the original Navi we
as long as the music's loud
If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is
I don't need
Got a boy he agreed
Fell in love lovely
Now he broke
Paying thee
Another dance
Another fee
Get him home
Its by the creek
Or by the crick
to shop out of my store
Grab him by his pompadour show him a closet and how to get out of that door
Catch him with his Jammies on making passes and bet I
Once again, another Trax Productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't
Will i find a better place
Im questioning
Am i just another face on blocks to Paint
I contemplate
What the fuck a nigga worth
I got shot
By the cops
Why y'all instead of me
Life got me feeling guilty
I jus pop another pill
I jus roll another wood
Til my mind sits still
Watch the time fly by
Doa
I'm spankin', bankin' MC's off the backboard
Smack another hit from the back door
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West
shit forever, G
Real niggas, fake niggas, we could never be
Mossberg in the trunk of the 'Lac, real nigga, no fakin'
No tabs, no insurance with a tramp
Yeah this is my hood
If you ain't from there man it's all good
But you'll get shot down get it understood nigga
In my hood
I'm from the lo wind south
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
(Take a shot for the ones who won't be here
Take a shot for the ones who disappear
Take a shot cause the end is oh so near
And take another one just
night changed because of a shot glass
Tell me what it was
Imma recommend it to whoever's in the club
We gon get it in, turn the music up
Every time I hear
night changed because of a shot glass
Tell me what it was
Imma recommend it to whoever's in the club
We gon get it in, turn the music up
Every time I hear
really wit it
Cause they takin' shots at the party while the party gettin' shot up
Shots at the party while the party gettin' shot up
Shots at the party
I'm spankin', bankin' MC's off the backboard
Smack another hit from the back door
It's that sho' shot shit I release
MC's from the West
Dance in the sky Land on the moon
Take another shot Baby lets get a room
Kissed by the wind Play in the sun
Take another shot Let's have
Some fun
Monkey see monkey do
Double up it's what it do
Money green money blue
Buss down nigga buss at you
Drip down I thunder too
Its coming in
Another
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
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