Lyrics:
a O.G. who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin' shit
Both of you
a O.G. who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin' shit
Both of you
got your bike I can't let you pop Willy
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
My cousin Zu chilling in the stands with the Pack
And he
álbum si te lo hice yo
Vuelve y saca otro álbum cuando sepas hacerlo todo by your fucking own
Desagradecidos no quiero al lado mía tampoco al lado de mis
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
remember that word
Lyrical splurge, electrical, surge
This is my life let me roll the dice
Rolling some trips, four, five, and six
I'm on vacay so why do you
the best schemes
And moves, these sixteens, no Jeffrey Epstein
Don't start rumors, just dark humor, y'all niggas funny
Must forgot, Queens Get the Money
Holy
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
million sometimes I'm the only one I'm feeling
Out of 10 million people how many are saints
Out of 10 million how many know how to paint
If it was why
Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping
a plane
Lean back in Saint Tropez
We can fly out today
Where's my manners
That's s'il vous plaît
Ayyy
Why you baiting the chase
I'm making my fate
Like I
than a bachelor pad
We’re here to take our city back - capture the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink
'all scarred 'cause I'm talkin revolution
What ya rather see me dead by a fuckin execution
If y'all probably go to bed, 'cause it's less confusion
All your see
All this fear and greed will fade
Go ahead and throw your shade
I get paid, never played
Like, look what I made, it's all for you
I knew it from
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
datin her own fuckin cousin
[Chorus] - 2X
[Kool Keith]
Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what?
You got your cellular phone,
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
What it do nigga
This your nigga T-Streets bang bang
In the building
This young money
First up
My nigga, Gudda Gudda
Double "G"
Blap, blap
What it do nigga
This your nigga T-Streets bang bang
In the building
This young money
First up
My nigga, Gudda Gudda
Double "G"
Blap, blap
running with my mucus, uh
They be talking BS, sorry, why you talking foolish, uh
I just met your girl at the party you was clueless, uh
Damn, hate me but
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
recording a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in your session
I'm a learn you a lesson: all y'all can't write
You just a new group with an ordinary gimmick
Took a L shook back it wasn't nothin
Now we got the whole team bussin
Real drank you can keep your Robotussin
Big pack cause it's cheaper by
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