Lyrics:
I been running down on family making up for lost time
Feel like Im living in the last days or it is all in my mind
I was dehydrated with cotton mouth
that I would give up everything
Slow down, baby
And don't act crazy
Don't you know you can look all you want but you just can't touch? (just can't
would give up everything
Slow down baby
And don't act crazy
Don't you know you can look all you want but you just can't touch? (Just can't touch no)
money
Run me my money, run me my money,
Run me my money, b*tch run me my money
Why you standing round acting like sh*t funny, forgot one thing, b*tch run
talks, stocks, real estate and equity
You fake Pat Beverlys
Always tryna shut down Russ
You foul, stay the fuck from 'round us
'Cause you can't fuck
Ready for bed, and I lay my head down
I hope I don’t die in the night
Right now I’m ready to fight
Put my arms up, and then I
Just starve, what
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
Verse One: E-40, Too $hort
(x3)]
Either fitting in!
Or Standing out
Take another hit!
Or Buy Another Round
God I'm going [Up Down (x3)]
God I'm going [Up Down (x3)]
it down
Young n***a came from the jungle
Use to buy dimes and dubs
I dont do it now
Shop by the ounces and pounds
I know the plug Hol up
Thats
to turnt up I need to turn it down
I say we all buy some bottles then run the town
It's time to set it up
It's time to set it up
We knock em down everytime
cuff like Olivia Benson
Like migraines these niggas got tension hang down to her ass my bitch extensions
CEO that's my position bitch you a bird fly
I could prolly buy her balmain
Sip wine eatin chow mein
Dunno how the cops found me
I don't keep fake round me
The niggas around me as fake as my
No bit you can't lay round
Givin her devil dick make her stay round
Just for the hell of it
I beat the cake down
I got that devil dick
I'm beating dem
back, get down motherfucker
Clown motherfucker
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Let me try to explain
I shoot his truck up just to drive
know I buy them
Presidential Porsche like I be
Sliding 'round with Biden
It be the one you call your boy that
You can't trust 'cause he not solid
I
to go to town
and everyone goes crazy.
You rock-a-bye your baby 'round
'til everything gets hazy.
Hush-a-bye, I'm gonna buy you this and that,
you hear
the drain
Ain't came here to play
What you wan say?
One of these days
Imma blow up like hiroshima
So sir I don't buy no plays
I don't even care if you
She was going up down same as a lift
Broski I don't wanna jump on your tune
He showed me the verse and it ain't even
Mixed (what is that?)
Like who's
your drum with a gun up in a jeep
'Mans' on road wanna bring me down
but I keep spitting them a thousand rounds
coming down heavy like a thousand pounds
still spit fire again, But fuck a Robitusin
So don’t turn your music down, I’m with my boy, L
‘Bout to drop a few bars I guess you can tell
Benj watch
The Beat
Round three the decider and a lot to say
But you know you’re Outclassed, outgunned, dismayed
That’s the trouble with spittin’ cold verse on the fly
can be worse
Than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitch
It's like you beggin
Can't concentrate, cause you to faded
Can't stand up straight, to heavily sedated
I See your head is spinning, spinning round and round
You can't
a nigga mack
And later on tonight you can get hit up in ya back...and get ya money back
But when I make ya pussy skeet bitch you gon'buy me a 'Lac
[Chorus
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