Lyrics:
a real California mack
Like this, like that
I’mma show you where it at
Act right, kick rocks, bitch this hip-hop
Down in the TO, do it like a GO
My mama
set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce
twice, you must be dreamin
Cause as you moan and groan, from the mouth you foam
Sayin deep down inside, I shoulda left P alone
Cause it's a fact, black,
heard how you niggas was talking bout me
I heard how you niggas was talking bout me
I heard how you niggas was talking bout it
I heard how you niggas was
K-I-P-P-A-K-O-N-D-E-S
Yeah, skippin' up here
I'm the best, 2021, baby
Yes, do it, go and get loose
Break it down, bro, with the Spark 2
Havin' fun
What up, son
I hate
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
Put your hands up
If your being possessed by the R.A.P. God
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
If your being possessed by the R.A.P. God
I'll let
I just bought me a great long ticket
I'm gonna use it at 4 P.M.
So you can call your secret love
And break the news to him
You thought your
a tune on Monday
By Tuesday it's leaking
I'm peaking, people, I'm peaking
Promoters pay the price I'm peaking
I'm playing with pure P's I'm peaking
Pick up
down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk faggot crab
I just bought me a great long ticket
I'm gonna use it at 4 P.M.
So you can call your secret love
And break the news to him
You thought your
a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From atlanta to texas, niggaz won't y'all read about
nuts?
My balls are feeling a mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
It's sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate
the p-I-m-p in the fuckin front do'
One mo' nigga cuttin paper on the down low
It's so twisted in this white man's society
Why it be hard for a nigga when he
a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in Todd we trust
Chorus
Now break it down for me !
See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat,
my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
Put your money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it
to the drink from moi
S to the N, double O, P
Won't you put it in the air one time
Niggas gonna get real lenny
Guaranteed it'll blow your mind
Well well,
I'm driving a
Drop top caddy, I don't dig fake I step on the gas, then I hit the break do it
Again as I catch the beat ya feeling that bass all down
mine
Whose world is this?
(It's yours)
Break it down
(It's yours)
(It's yours)
(It's yours)
(It's yours)
I'm the young city bandit, hold
mine
Whose world is this?
(It's yours)
Break it down
(It's yours)
(It's yours)
(It's yours)
(It's yours)
I'm the young city bandit, hold
I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha)
I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours
You say you broke ho, look here miss me
It be
It's gon' be until it's over wit
Nigga fuck around wit me that nigga over wit
Break the pound to quarter P's until it's over wit
Plug pass it down to me
(ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in
in the zone, better hold ya own
'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
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