Lyrics:
Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk (uh-huh)
Mr. Miyagi, tats on my body (yeah)
Racks up the party (uh)
Facts say I got it (yeah)
parties in the basement, s-love
Hey what's up with the bad blood
Nearly is that us, it couldn't be the cars I lent you
You was locked down, was it dough
the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky
(In the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (I'm fried)
Try to flex and your ass gon' get robbed
(Get robbed)
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya want to step to T, go through JEL first
But remember where you
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
Yeah.. yeah, yeah, look, party people gath-
Party people gather round
(Do that dance, grown up, do that grown up, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah
Do that
come on the scene
Better get on the floor shake it dance for me floor shake it dance for me
Bring ya girlfriends by we got somewhere to be
Yea You know
of my way don
Yo, Skepta, Roller this is the war right now
Yeah let's go, Devilman, yo
Don't talk to me about karate
I will come to your birthday party
Quick to strap up, you'd think my name was "kid, back up"
Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con
And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win
Anybody test him i stretch em
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull
I'm cooling with My feet up Nigga play and He get beat up
A gangsta I dont see one Know sum niggas Wanna be one
But Ice be Lookin solid Til that
try flex in the party
We at his house and that was by noon
This perfect cuz all of the kids was in school
I'm gangsta so yes really play by
(Talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they
the super star like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is
Make a move,
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, oh
I don't want to be a rap dude no more
Nigga
Yo, come back with that gangsta shit pa you're fraudulent
G's bang it out
the first fo fall
I've been lovin' Iceman, ever since I seen George Gervin ball
You so broken when you die yo', hearse'll stall
So weak you probably
funny now?
Like fuck off and I'm gone, yeah
They say sorry now
These bitches wanna have fun
They crash the party now
Bitch, I woke up and we up on yo
motion in ocean I feel like john gotti
Woah I'm chasing this money a passion a hobby
I fuck yo bitch in my crocs boy you looking like scotty
Hold up I beat
I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here
[Chorus:
This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it's changed
It's gettin' strange,
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
around ya shit like slumber
Party, organize crime like john gotti
[chorus 4x]
[king just]
And the way we go, blast off i'm on the next level
Maybe it's
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
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