Lyrics:
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop
Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I'm hip hop
I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me they showed me
it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I
calling it quits
Well if it is, just know I gave my all for this shit
If I die, I'm comin' back from the grave, so don't forget it
When my spirit hits you
trunk gon glow, that's the way the
Drank Baby roll
On the scene that is my click, give me a note I hit a
Grip
Anything for mine will some, garunteed to be
trunk gon glow, that's the way the
Drank Baby roll
On the scene that is my click, give me a note I hit a
Grip
Anything for mine will some, garunteed to be
it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I
Equipped, never slip with tongue twister
All my styles that's buckwild
No fake rap, I push pounds
I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh
love - roll back
Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew
Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga
You ain't gainin', you game in, barely
they rags up
Make them hit them switches up
They say album gang bang with some Nuts
Yo Dre yo homie turn this chronic Up (Hell Yeah)
I hit the switch no
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
the rap gods
Like that Austin Powers song
Daddy wasn't there/
But Hip-Hop had my back like a rocking chair/ yeah
I rock n roll through these rocky roads/
Equipped, never slip with tongue twister
All my styles that's buckwild
No fake rap, I push pounds
I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh
Equipped, never slip with tongue twister
All my styles that's buckwild
No fake rap, I push pounds
I flip mad scripts and hips, I hit
So bring the goya oh
the classic albums from the past
They want no competition!
Play it fast
Play it hard
And rock 'n' roll will never die!
Play it fast
Play it hard
And rock
enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball
Porsche yellow look like corn on the cob
Dime piece hit it once then I lob
Take her back for the way that she bob
SLO rep the gang when we mob
Couple L's
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
of hit's
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take
between rap, you and the rock and roll community
But unity between country music and MCs, I'm claiming immunity
Still I'm working, sawing, milling this
keep rockin', the genie's out of jail
So when I say 'rock', you say 'roll'
When I say 'ice', then you say 'cold'
Then when I say 'disco', you say 'the
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
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