Lyrics:
hoes
Far as da hommies go
If dey loyal then you feed them
Keep em close by
Like da heat
Cuz you gone need them
A good dog ride til da end when you breed
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
bare
With hot candle wax, that's rare
Six hundred points when she say her and her girl is a sex pair
That'll get you an extra man now we gamin on that
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
survive
Question is
Do you confide in you?
Before I start the day
I think of what I've had to face
Sun shining through the shade
Two hundred and fifty-six
the (sumthin')
All the people when they see me like snoop turn it up!
I'm in my zone ma' fucka
Get stuck in the ribs by old bone crusher
2 tone leather with
make my life wild
Counting Dem Bands yeah, Get Da Money yeah Dats Wat I Had 2 Do
Counting Dem Bands yeah, Real Boss Bitch Coming Through
U Wanna See Sum
you, I need you, my friend
You must to pay two hundred Euros, by the face
I love you, I want you, I need you, my friend
You must to pay two hundred
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Pure love
It's twelve past midnight, don't close your eyes
Your soul's half alive, and I'll be by your side
I've come to take you there, show
Pure love
It's twelve past midnight, don't close your eyes
Your soul's half alive, and I'll be by your side
I've come to take you there, show
the don when I'm steppin
Top two but you know I ain't second
I'm the king of my city no question
She like how I'm smooth
Call me light skin (Uh huh)
Red
crooks
We still in the game
Ain't playing by the book
But this is the cover,
You ain't read the book
I came from the bottom
They gave me no looks
So fuck
greenbacks
I'm in love with them dollars
I'm in love with them 20s 50s 100s
Don't eat just holla look
I'm in love with that money
I'm in love with that kitty
with two hundred on the dash
This rap game, the legal crack game
You know it's cocaine and fame, on this hustler's name
I gets my money right, I'm
It's bigger than deuces and fours my nigga
Since elementary we close my nigga
You're straight like that
I give you the game, go back to the turf
a ten milli
How the fuck you lookin' for me? You can slide
Tell him get with me,three hundred ninety two you see that on the paint
This ain't no hemi,
put it up
(Don’t put it up)
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let 'em look at us (Let ’em look at us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two miles per hour, we crawl by
Let
There's Not a day that go by, that he don’t make decisions
There's Not a minute that go by, that he don't pay close attention
What spot is he
close
You're asking for the moon but can't see that my world is yours
What's electric more than two lovers?
Bodies echo got that boom, thunder
Uh-huh
I'ma
estate, I buss a smile
International, that's how I'm comin' now
Mortgage on the yard like twenty-two hundred
But the rent's got it covered by a country
of the storm
You're One step close, so you don't let go
You're One step close, so you don't let go
Keep dreaming
Gotta keep dreaming
He never really thought
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