Lyrics:
That not friends, that's violence
We ride at dawn for the highlands
Big dread brotha from the islands
Aye, my boys be vibing
We roll deep like
think ya'll on vacation, man
Stop doin', man
[JD]
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can
love on the westside
We Got so much love on the westside
We been fly
3 6 in o5
Uh uh
By my side
My brothas down to ride
Okay
What a time
To be alive
Yay
mothers and fathers
Hustling everyday
Just tryna make a way
Day by day
I can't believe my brotha layin in the grave
Some locked up in the cage I can't pay
Expressing my intentions right before summer ends
Real brothas in the game aint gotta pretend
Prince Debbie in the Castle take a seat its time for class
that I bought
I gotta box 'em up for the next one
'cause you just want to flex and have your fun, baby
[Coolio]
You want to play those games
shit
It taught me the game and told me, "Go, get rich"
Twenty pounds in a rental car, headed to the Mack Town
T-why told me, "Get the work and make it
no games
I shot my shot like in 2k that shit was hard like hall of fame
We can't play no games lets just ride thru the city like
I had to approach her
dreams
Somеone's killing me, am I sane?
My life is pain and I'm stressing
Brothas be trippin'
They open fire where I rest, hopin' for death
But I'm still
hustle hustle hustle
Get to the money
Grab it take a dolla stretch the cash times that bitch by a hunnid
Hustle get the gwop time is money
Hustle get
ass
I rather do my dirt by my lonely
Don't worry bout nobody tellin on me
I never seen a bitch turn a dolla down
Give us free, give us free
Ahmistod
In
Put that on my mama my brothas gone spray it
FOUR a necklace
Paid TWO for a bracelet
Did dirt by my lonely no time for explaining
World can be yours
strip dancer that you met in a club
(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
PRESIDENT
Congratulations
BY THE WAY I NEED you TO SEND A TRILL MSG TO SUM
ND A SUBLIMALNAL ONE TO OTHER
ABOUT THIS THROWIN ROCKS
ND BEING BEHIND you're HEAD
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
Runnin' through a game of fate, you said it ain't enough
Mentality was built on hate, but yet it turned to love
Was always told that it was bank
Fuck a dime baby boy you a whole dolla
Got a little gualla, now bitches trying to holla
Went to LA once and all I eat is Benihana's
Ain't broke again
Uh
And man I’m dying for these diamonds
Should I wait for the pressure
And I’m a student to the game but should I thank my professor
Great when I’m
I mean no disrespect, imma fuck up a check
I just came in the game and I hit a finesse
I can't fuck wit no lame all my brotha the best
I just went
time and brothas gettin blown away
So Suavecito my Negrito put me with the Pharcyde
Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside
Makin papes makin tapes
down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep
When we getting by
All the doubters forget about em
We puffing lyfe always high
Up in the clouds and
We drive ya wild every time we hit a thousand
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
to get by bills don't stop coming around my Baby gotta eat and my whip it needs some Sounds
Dolla dolla bills that's the root of all evil get it by any
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