Lyrics:
let me serve,
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word,
All I did was the switch the kitchens,
Did some tracks on the birds,
Irv, Gotti know I'm
fuck haters
E zum K, GTA San Andreas
Westcoast, yes, yo, Rap-Show, fet, t Bro
Eko, Ghetto, Death Row, let's go
"Okay, okay nun widmen wir uns einer
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right?
Aight, we gonna do it again son
Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas
Skepta, Roll Deep, yeah
E16, n17, e3, sw9, e14, n13 we do this ting
Rules and regulations
I've been a scholar since ching chang walla
Real life, not
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
me,
I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy
Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed
Cause
We shot the motherfuckin pack yo
Yo to all my niggaz uncivilized to civilized
We cook the shake move the weight across the tri state
Them jooks
thugged out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give
Ain't edub bitch
You ain't capable, nah, you ain't able
Yo let's go let's get it this shit easy Aesops fables
El Gringo
E e e e e, El Gringo
E e e e, El
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
Still hustlin' at five in the mornin'
These retro Jordan's ain't never walked a mile and I'm knowin'
No matter what they said, heavy the head
Who
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
from texas to florida
Choppin' game to the knuckleheads
And spittin voodoo on the motherfuckin' chichenheads
Down south hustlin', to the west coast
Got
on co' uncle
Raps that keeps me flossin'
While yo' album on the shelf, gettin' dusty at the Slausson
Swap
Pop that glock
Clock that knot
It's thin
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
playin time, keep playin (playin)
Most of my predictions is speculation based on the patience
I've developed hustlin, racin this check I'm chasin (chasin)
bought the most expensive one.
Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E
Big body be for your CD- I mean, DVD
For ya T.V in ya head beats, in ya
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