Lyrics:
soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
Don't get caught in the mix
I'm from the side we're
soldiers who will ride
And pack your ass Through them sticks
So don't get Caught up in the bull shit
Don't get caught in the mix
I'm from the side we're
just misbehave
Quit flexin
That aint ya money thats da reup money
I be geeked up with the geeked up buddies
Worked my way up I don't do no fronties
(Chorus) (Sampled Eminem)
Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot
Take some Big and some Pac and mix
be your daddy get the paper and peace
cll up in the mix with the slickness, I kicked Big S*** ever since I was a jit
cll up in the mix with
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don't get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don't get me mad
Fuck around and threw out
back them shits behind now
I can't get wrapped up in my past
My future bright now
By the way we lit
Been flexin' since a jit
This 30 it's gon' hit
Three
by your lonely 9 outta 10 these negus phone
Fuck the drama don't get caught up in the mix
Keep it solid mind my own stay out my business
I been doing
hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way eighty-three: let him play with your old socks
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways
the Js)
Go to jail and jump the bond, we right back the retarded way
Prayin' the feds don't pick up on my charges, keep it all in state
If that's
Don't trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly
I'll be damned if i pass up
It's for bricks when I mask up and run down
On em to get my cash up
Cash
I’m coming back up
With an uppercut
With all my might
Throw sand at man
Straight to the eyes
Caught him by surprise
I said goodnight!
I ain’t never
sound that'll blow your eardrums
Lotus with 4 pipes nigga, listen
I ride Q5 on factory
It don't matter, your ol' lady still after me
My name gon' rang
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap your seat-belts on, go put your money up
Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank
I mean to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank
Go strap your seat-belts on, go put your money up
ranking family
She sit's back and dabs her
Eyes with a cotton handkerchief
I look down towards where I saw that boy go
His family don't look happy
I don
your drawers."Oh my god what the fu-"You know.We,Us short fuckers gotta be creative.I came up with something.Put on a wig,and talk with an accent.I
the silence takes the night
They don't seem to notice some wings flapping up high
Chorus:
Here in the open, under a million stars
The smell of the fire, right
confessin'
Face the consequences
Then baby come learn your lesson
(You need to turn yourself in)
So would all my sexy ladies
(Come on out with your hands up
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be fucking with you'se better off, dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
?
Mix the Hennessy with the cola
I feel better when I'm not sober
Okay, hold up, baby, roll one
Can we light it? Can we smoke one? Can we pour up
a risky text and all
She sent one back
I wasn't mad
Now we can work it out like chiropractor, yeah
Mix it up, shake it out
Move your body, yeah
Let's get
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