Lyrics:
Fallin' to the floor from the ceilin'
But to them it's just a onomatopoeia
I keep a crew smaller than a crew cab
Back then we woulda fit all us
Now I'm by
on roof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth
So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
quiver from the way
You just got lit up
Hit up the West Side on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was
On from Makaveli's first day out
Now
the weed in the tuck (roll it up)
Right now the party on fire
We bout to get live bout to turn that bitch up
Please don't try your luck when I'm up in
fucked up, the whole damn crew!
Chur, Chur, Chur, Churrr! x2
(Yeaah hah, you know who it is, The O’C, The O’C)
I wish i could live like this forever,
and tribulations you know
I done came a long way you know, 4711 2 crew you know
Habbibah courts
Cut it out bro, cut it out bro, cut it out bro
Matter of fact I'm
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
actin' up
Two-piece, let me fold it
New piece, always loaded
Yeah yeah yeah
Twenty-plus blunts an a styro-cup
Should know, by now
I just don't give a fuck,
8
It’s been a while they live apart he’s getting frustrated
His mother is far away and Landover, where she stays
You do the math and show your work
(Free Diesel) uh, uh
Brand-new chopper and you know it
Match the new shoes
I ain't fuckin' with that ho
'cause she on two, two
K9 Crew, yeah, I'm
and then ask, "Who chipped in for the ten bag?"
Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures
Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras
It's
cut by the god god, god
I leave it all up to god ( to god )
Most times i call just to talk ( burrrrp)
Sometimes im saying a lot, probably not
He show
cold beat your crew up
If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
Click Click...Booya!!
[Chorus 2x]
[Rock] If you don't know like I know
Then
the pop, chips, rock, trick
Said it's all, get 2getha, it's alright, get 2getha
Alright, get 2getha, get 2getha again
Said it's all, get 2getha, it's
Wishing for them live shows
Where everyone inside knows
This is how the mind, soul, body reconnect
Much respect to the crews who break a neck
I'm only 5'4
Scene II, me and Too Big at the club
Too Big and the Hammer kickin? it at the club
Boastin? about the way that we pulled those sucker?s plugs
We weren't
the way that it goes
We got blessed by Stone City outta KCMO
Now they recognize us every place we go
Hondas Suzukis Harleys and Kawi thangs
So Sick up in da
Heinz
Blow a hockey puck hole in
The back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in
The place of your eyes
So when the cops look they see theyselves
Buddha-God, the sage shore
Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you
Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you
(You stuck by two
too much love
Why can’t it be this way always
Cut the check four ways
One to me, one to spirit,
And 2 for the old me
He took me the whole way
And as the dj plays the sparkles fly
Like fireworks have gone off
We got out glasses up and bottles high
And if you don't that's your loss
So we should live it
me to peep a sucker's weakness, like
Telling your secrets, or kicking it to your freakses
You couldn't go there with directions
I make crews break
It's no coincidence how you come show
Up in my hood
Up to no good, huh
Walk in and smell the acrylic
Walk in and smell the acrylic
Me and my crew
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Yeah hey
Yeah woah
Alright alright alright alright
Let's get it
Two seater I'm riding with the crew
Can't nobody tell
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