Lyrics:
Meanwhile I'm shakin' makin' 'em sing sing
With the bang with the bomb, with the bomb
I'm all up in the club
Fresh em off the trout
Snatching up town
can't call us savages when you strangle us
Hit us in the back with clubs aiming at our backs with guns like we're dangerous
With my hands ya'll can't
will be mine
Surrounded by pine
Smoking the trees with the homie Don Pease
Exhale with ease
Damn what a tease
Back to reality
You don't want to battle
when I spit them bars
Seventeen years when they locked his bars
Nino sold ram a pound of craw
Alfie.S never let me down
Bun it, pass it
Hit by a corn
slide in a bad bitch
Mesmerized by a bad bitch
Get high with a bad bitch yea
He wanna slide in a bad bitch
Hope she ain't catfish
Might be a hoe but
i'm by your side
Remember back in the day when you had my back all the way
Back when i had no place to stay and my steps were going astray
I had
Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love
We was in the back of the joint, cooling out
And I saw this girl, asked her if she like it like that
Nod her head, yes, therefore I didn't stress
on and gimme some head
[Chorus: x2]
Loud pipes big rims
Wodie that's our life
When we pull up at the club
Sorry that's our night
I know a lot of haters
good old bug
We do a house party, what the fuck is a club
And S.A. they sold most of the drugs
Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money,
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
We was in the back of the joint, cooling out
And I saw this girl, asked her if she like it like that
Nod her head, yes, therefore I didn't stress
feels like everytime I fucking do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by, and we only spoke twice
I'm sitting in your
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
spending them
Got hoes dragging balls like Goku
Your new bitch, my old news
Body made wrong, crash dummy Bimmer back
FEMA in the club
I think I just brought
I just want a bag want a bag yeah
I just want a lamb want it red yeah
I just got a call call her back yeah
Call her back yeah she gets mad yeah
I
what I lost in the game
Had to get back what I lost in the club
Sit back and laugh at all of you dubs
Pissin’ out act’ with my cup full of mud
Flex
I just hopped up in the Lexus, all these bitches tryna text me
I just got back in from Texas, all these bitches tryna
I just hopped up in the Lexus,
This is my time to strike back this is my fight club
Whether it's you
whether it's me
Cause I know I can be my worst enemy
I'm looking in a mirror
at the club and my lady lookin real fine
Straight through door, VIP like the club was mine
Everybody blinded by the diamonds round my neck
Your whole life
attactk, in the club just
leaning back, posted up and tipping down, im the dopest shit around. There's some
fakers in this town, but we need to get this
the club since 2002
She shopping and she bottle popping
She got a body yaudi yaudi
Anything can happen
Got her toes down up with her fingernails matching
The day i make it out i ain't coming back
Bitch i'm back in the field like a running back
I can't stop till i make me a hunnid racks
I need 2 million
back when the only thing I showed was love
In the studio, I told em imma skip the club
We don't talk no more but I swear the love ain't ever change
Tears
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