Lyrics:
a wine cooler
Champagne, because getting girls is a man's game
You're not swift with the gift? Now that's a damn shame
I get raw for you and yours, bound
it´s amazing
But behind, still haunted by pain,
I´m seeking solace from the saviour, a dangerous game.
I´m torn between their grips - the valley
This is LA wid the track
Know what I'm sayin
You know how we do
Word up yo
Let Dark pass no stunting
>From the real
Better get
Started booking shows for our songs and sound
Had the whole crowd yelling out Hostage Down
Shoutcast, Radio, iTunes, everything
Awful Show, Game Dame,
wet with another line
Far from behind, ahead of the game
I’m so fly that I could die, it’s kind of hard to explain
And aint nothing changed except
hands where the game is
Hear the people scream tell them what my name is
Coconut grove, one hell of a heat
Late roam to a party down Melbourne Street
Hang a rap n**** up by his chain
From the ugly side we aint playing no games
Scream the other side we throwing out flames
1 3 Got aim he aint need no
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
sittin' on stuck
Drop down to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat bass track
All fun and games until you play
Devil's advocate with satan
It's dangerous
Speakin truth as illusions
Curse contagious confusion
Tight rope of time
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
you boring
They claim to be ya friends but laugh soon as you fallin
N back door you way quicker than Marcus Jordan
N family don't support ya shit they
"Hello"
She looked him up and down and said, "You know where you can go"
He said, "Come on, baby, don't play no game
I'm called Aladdin, tell me what's
by wild boys you won't get up no never
Do anything for each other no matter the measure they roll together
I dedicate this track to Richard Kyte
don't act like that word that 2$hort speaks
You know the deal son
Real one
Opening the door for the real ones
Still run game by the millions
Dancing
these
Gooby Pls
Tracks over but we ain't through
Comin back for yo girl, she embarrassed by you
Take her back to my place and lock the door
Teach her
doesn't mean she understood everything that i was saying
I woke up, saw the games that she be playing
I turned up, turned down
Ran away without a saying
But
for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
She's already 5 months, so we lookin at oh 3
My baby bout to touch down, man I can't do this with a frown
Bustin that niggas dick over my pops corner
All
Shit man it's like 3 in the morning
Occupied by nothing
The shits boring
Why the fuck is this bitch still calling
Last round down n out
Now I'm
of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track
With a fat sack
D-Roc
and im crunk/But the
sign say 'Name' cause you could get jumped and dumped
on stomped by these country ass niggas down hea/Where
my real niggas at?/Drink
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