Lyrics:
quiri (5x)
La gallina la gallina con su cara (5x)
Los polluelos, los polluelos con su pio (4x) pi
Chorus
(you know, I think you can sing this with
like a farmer but--I'm a lover!
Can't judge a book by lookin' at the cover.
4: Can't judge a apple by lookin' at the tree, baby.
Can't judge honey
them down
Paint wet, ooh kill 'em like that
Boosie ride foreign and I paid 400 flat
Four 12's in the back, gotta have a little noise
Four deep
pain in the end
Pain (x4)
Organized crimer,big trouble finder
In and out of institutions ever since I was a minor
But now I'm on the bricks,deep in
words
Now only use four letter words writing prose, anything goes
The world has gone mad today and good's bad today
And black's white today and day's
All the little things we said.
And now the world is frozen.
Only you in my head.
Aah, we lost the road. [Repeat: x4]
We must have lost
my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up?
Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda
Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow
some women, I'm in Miami with hoes
Go overseas with my woes, merci beaucoup I suppose
My ho on the globe, I'm pourin' the 4
They got coke on the table,
your hand up, straight in the air
Swing it 2 the right, savoir faire
Up on the 2, swing on the 4
Everybody on the dancefloor
Sha-ho, sha-ho,
Instead of bein' somebody that makes the news
So everybody can tweet about it
And then they start to RIP about it
And four weeks later nobody even speaks
Took you back once, took you back twice
Took you back, three, four, five times
They said your tricks were over
Boy, you've gon' crossed the line
Took
Now, if I call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her [KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK] on my
bitch threw 2 to me I threw 4 back baby jus know dat jus
Know dat I'm a real nigga don't know why I hold back yes I'm fresh
Fly to the T my ice don't
didn't go there for fun!
'Cause when she left, underneath her long red kimono,
She was totin' a forty-four gun!
She was gunnin' for her man
Who was
ordinary shit
No ordinary bitches
No ordinary whips
4 bills nigga special like the 38
I came along way from food stamps in section 8
Niggas eatin'
I see a ceiling
Four walls, guess you all went away
An hour ago we were laughing
Lovers and friends
Maybe that was yesterday
So what's
two, a one two three four!
Yeah! Hey!
Yeah, we know that come tomorrow, none of this will be here
So hold tight on your anger, you hold tight
and now she works for six figures
'Cause I'm a self made nappy headed rich nigga
Private planes help me travel in peace
To four cities in one day and four
listen to the choir
To burn my kush you must use fire
D-O, double G like never heard before
Smoking that bomb like THC4
West coast worldwide, sea shore
1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a bitch up on the floor
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)
To the West, march
right now
We can do it 2, 3, 4 times a week
From zone 6 down to Camelton
I pull up in that yellow thing
I put rims on everything
Hoes think I
friends
They got a party that's crackin' and that shit won't end
Me and my folks, we drink and we smoke, we rockin' the boat
We pop about four, five
Kick doors wave 4's where the cash go (where the cash go)
I'm trying to see it like a motherfucking castro
Rubber bands in my pants and a swift
[Repeat: x4]
I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from
I do it for the hood cause the hood told me I could
If the they hatin'
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