Lyrics:
by the scrotum
Get locked in jail run a block sell open
Mind went to jail I get dro el's roll 'em
Rookie nigga clippin' niggas like L Odom
I got
the brown car look like a nutty butty
Now I got some buddies that love the cap and
They love the Fat Al just because the nigga rap
Nigga stay strap but I
Well I wrote a few songs and then the word got along
I was signing the line with my name
Well by the summer we hit with a rockin' number one
of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up
On a life support machine
Summer's day, as she passed away
But then leave the motherfuckers, got caught by the gate
They in the woods with clubs and candles understand G
They in the woods with clubs
On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villain
In 2000 new car, new house and
Buy the whole store up, style I'm too pro, son
Get even more buck wild, I
[Mr. Sancho]
This is for the riders for the south siders
The ones that get by the fuckin police when they find us
Rollin deep through your streets
(Scene from an old gangsta movie)
Talking:
Yea, yeah we gotta, we gotta scatter out locations
We gotta get the best cars, gotta keep new tires
her in a college bar
Talked his way into her car
She fell in love with him, I guess
The same time he lost interest
Now, he takes a hit off of his
lock arff
120 on the modes
In the German, better hashtag #Russian scratch car
Do it for my brother or mama
My white friend said that it's pucker
Bro
pints of blood you bleed
May the fake thugs retreat, pop up barkin the heat
Caravanin nine-to-ten cars deep
Down the 'shaw where Knights is known
old playa steady fucking, with yellow to dark women
And we caught the munchies, had to hit that Horse Chicken
And when everybody said fuck me, you
Love $hort
We be takin shit in '94
In the deuce we ain't bullshittin
I want it all
I want your jewelry, your motherfuckin car
I want your whole safe
the solution?
Blood tranfusion, ghetto execution
Branded buildings, lots full of stripped cars
I be damned if I live behind big bars
Save the homeless, that's
life world class
LA let the tech splash
My lyrics hard as brass
Show 'em all-star, check me in the Source y'all
'98 Ford car purchased near Fort
Walking by myself oh how I wish with some one else
Oh we could be so strong
It didn't have to happen if I bought myself a gun
He would've been
shiver, like the coldest rap, when the money is delivered.
(Equipto)
Nigga..hah! swisha! I hit the weed, kick the beat, equipto to the nicky T, history
a clear new day...
But it's gonna rain first in our heads
Let's take the car down the highway
And park it down by the bay
Dip our toes into the water
Say
Elected by my people, the only one on the ballot
Born and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fate
And assassinate my predecessor to have his place
In
would hit me with a ball bat
If by chance I wasn't looking
Fusion of conscience confusion to me
Oh, why did they do that
Tell me why
Oh, why would they
The time has come
Come to make a choice
Forgotten by our governement
I thought it was my voice
As the truth starts to become apparent
You know
the monstafunk your babymoms a pump
the ladies' hearts a thump, your neighbours´ cars a bump
this shit till they cause a roadblock for four blocks
You say call
through his fingers, slipping through his arms
The car swerves through my gait, collapsing on my knees
Clawing at the fender, nails are bleeding
What
ain't gettin' caught by no CO, PO, nah
End up in the car with a C-O-P, oh, nah
This ain't basketball, fuck goin' back and forth
In the system tryna see
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