Lyrics:
ain't on shit lil nigga you missing it
Got to get motion, pick your niche hop in the bitch
Flow like the ocean see a opp then sink their ship
Sip purple
she was a gangsta bitch when I played Boosie and she started singing along
I know I got in some shit when I fucked the lil bitch and it sounded like
Born in the 2000s, enter the millennium
Born in the 2000s, raised to be a gentleman
Born in the 2000s, eat spoons full of cinnamon
Born in the 2000s,
just be like say na 1 to10
It's so simple, my face gat dimple
I'm a fine boy, even though I gat pimple
I'm a Soldier
I was born in the ghetto, raised in
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
tending a grave
I was called by name
Born and raised back to life again
I was made for more
Come on, sing it over yourself
Oh so why (Would I make)
A bed in
Who was born, born, born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee five by five
Five by the five it
raised by them solids
God help my Uncle Johnny
It's poison in his body
He ain't mean it if he did it
I pray for his forgiveness
Last night I had a dream
lil' baby, we can roll some
Back seat, I'mma beat it up like it stole somethin'
Get it wet, I'mma slide in
All my diamonds dancin', they vibin'
Girl,
When I slide down the block
Got a blunt full of reefer
Boosie badazz set it off
Out the speaker
Bad lil bitch on my side
Like a beeper
Niggas keep
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
, lil' hustler
We gon' show the world
The definition of real shit, my nigga
You gotta feel it, lil' nigga
Father, forgive me, I was raised on some
of natures seeds
A girls that some men only find in their dreams
When she smiles it seems the stars all know
Cause one by one they start to light up the sky
Woo!
Music up please!
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in the U.S.A
Woo!
Music up please!
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in
and down girl lemme see it jiggle (Yeah)
Now bounce that thang for a real one (A real one)
Now come here lil mama lemme feel sumn' (Yeah)
Now bounce that
Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns and dope funds and raids
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
struggle for what it is and taken
And what belong to me and my responsibility
Keep my enemies close cause they the ones that get me
In a minute they'll be
car and drive and go the opposite way
Sedville, I was born and raised
It was cool, yeah, back in the days
Too many snakes up in the grass, it's hard
nigga
I was raised in the projects, we could go at it, nigga
I can't wait no time on a co-edded, nigga
Bro-code, me and Dave count through seven
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
the llama
Incase that a nigga want drama
Stacking my green like iguana
Crack a bitch back like a lobster
lOB don't take in imposters
Uh
Sorry lil nigga
I
raised in the south (raised in the south)
Country folk gon' ride on out (ride on out)
Now we're back roads cruising on a two path lane
Stopping by
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