Lyrics:
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
the block
I'm in the hundred, Trae in the six, Doug in a drop
Letting it up letting it down, hauling the tops
Two pigeons on the dashboard, snub in
again
I used to be blinded by the lights but
Now I can see again
Like what's time
Time to wake up
Time to make it Lord I rebuke satan
Bro said killing
go go
Amigo go go yeah
Can't break us solido
Amigo go go yeah
Amigo go go
Amigo go go yeah
Pen pen de sarapen it's p l u u s
Haw haw de karabaw
see me in a Club.
Ha yeah.
Whatchu kno about it?
Break a Whole Pound into 8th n Dubs
U needa few P's with no Shake & rub.
Let me know ahead of time
The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
Smokin bob marly
New crib
Rollin grease monkey
Just to break it in
2022
No way getting under my skin
Don't ever play me as weak
I'm higher power connected
when I got back to the crib
Models filled the whole pool
Neighbors yelling "Keep it down"
We don't play by the rules
Now they bangin' on my door
So I
emcee I kill come down
Check it out, come on
Here’s your chance to swing
With some ill motherfuckers
We don’t dance and sing
In ‘95 we’re out jingling,
down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
move like the mob, my capo send down the orders
Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border
Place your order for cola, ain't talkin'
only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is
minutes it's a count down
All this in my system
Its gon leave me six feet underground
Shortie she just went sicko
What's the deal im in a pickle
Break I
sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin
Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that
matter how much I rap about haters
Need to just like me turns the frowns
I'm bound to break it on down
Like a quarter pound nigga
Take heed to the shit I
I'm a freak, yeah, 'ight
Bein' 'bout your business, babygirl
Keep your head on break the bank
Stripper shake it down 'til your bread gone
Block got hot,
and feel alive
So grab them games and swing by
It's my duty to weaponize
With a large coke and extra fries
Yes my eyes are on the prize
But I take a break
the 15 S-P-F, (Its hot! Whoo!)
Everybody's jumpin' in
Later on when the sun goes down
We'll pull out the jar and that old guitar
And pass 'em around
And phenom limp it to the wicked recon.
Prowler fist up with a Bowser twist vs. America's kooky coward clips.
Pump breaks, cupcake, I melt through the father
that just ain't how it is
They say rap music is here to stay
But the sucka MC's don't think that way
It took eight long years before I got my break
think sey dis man be mumu oh
I dey calm down oh (J A G)
It's a pity if you're not rolling with this community
If you're not P-side or J-city
Jinee be my
I hung her
You smoking lil bro and I'm smoking big uncle
Got so much green in the trap it's a jungle
Plug sending p's in a pack by the bundle
I'm
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