Lyrics:
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
Chorus
How many gonna raise they seed
How many gonna blow that weed
How many gonna slang that dope
When we know it's hope we really need
How many
loan this dog
Paid back by our mother sisters
And brothers now Jonas yo
Big Spanish while the numbers
Spanish hocus pocus bro it's all bogus
So are we
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
shark
And cookin' flesh off of charred bark
(Wolfpack)
I shot dope before I wrote this
Sniffed coke and did aerobics by the ocean
This is Blue
crack lacerations
Dope motherfucker catch up, the girls eyes
Heard about that spiter's stroke and she won't be next up
Only man talking about boy when
goin' back to the block (I know)
The box on it, trust me, boy, you ain't fast as the Glock
You know I'm blessed and highly favored, I been laughin'
ass hair
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
Don't make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bath
You looking like a lil dope
First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be
Hey girl I see you lost stuck off in your own world
I was gone tell you that I was digging yo curls
I guess it's lost there ain't no love in this
shit rotten when you filter through it
This that trunk-knockin' music, the goons and dope boys abuse it
They'll pull their choppers and knock a chunk
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
up, the chronic and Hennessey on my pistol rip paw
You fools busting cats in they raps
But can't take it when they raps bust back
So I be like "Yo
ounces every month but these documents showing crumbs
Got me sitting by the boat launch pouring up aged rum
Yo, and feel it seep deep, marinating my bone
stay faded and stoned
Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home
Bullets got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some
me at a young age
And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way
And comin home late every night
I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck,
the word like a preacher
Double up like a feature
Hot like a fever
Dope wit no dealer
Spitting my line
They on time
Niggas blocked and
Get left by
them toys ain't the motive boy
Just reachin people tryna cope with voids
Like long as this shit here is dope to Roy
And fans that treat em like freedom
faces followed by applause
I'm the best to ever do this shit
Keep yo comments to yourself
If you ain't tryna act on that
Niggas bang for image now imagine
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' nigga
I'm tryna put some money in my pocket
The dope look good when I drop it, yea
That pack and I take
to the money (Y'all boys can't stop us). Aye what it do street niggaz, come on...
So many wanna see my fall, so many wanna see me drop
So many wanna see me
causin', ain't no pausin'
Ain't enough gauze and the holes in yo' logic
The optics work like an oxtail, and everything's gravy, you crazy?
Roll up
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