Lyrics:
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys holling "what's happening", kid running
Divorce is not an option and prenuptial is void
Eat up what ever rapper but I'm tangled in my cord (hum)
Bored, kind of like a knight with the sword
the chain if you can't afford it
'Ye them load of whores by the boards
Trust
That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks
So of course I'm off
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
a fake alias
To save me with in case I
Get chased by space aliens
A brainiac with a cranium packed
Full of more uranium
Than a maniac Saudi Arabian
Come on man
I ain't got time for that love shit
Get outta here
Niggas know me man, I make a movie out em
Come on i make a movie out 'em
I come
but shit on hisself and a funky bill
Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit
That's when I get to killin shit (killin shit)
And settin 'I'm up
up the point I'm tryin to make
Don't want no bustas around me
Playa hatin' or actin' fake
Don't ever be wantin' nobody to get to close
I don't
last project, like bitch I got infinite power
Murdered every single rapper, ain't nobody giving flowers
Any mothafucka step to me get shot up on the hour
When I wake up, I face one
Roll another one
Always down to blaze up when I wake
Roll another one
When I wake, I face one
Roll another one, Roll
drank by the liter
Getting this green ain't no Caesar
I'm with my slime with my lizard
Bust down my chain like a blizzard
Eat up my kids like it's
2NTS
(Done Digital Productions)
(Sounds by Deano)
2NTS
2NTS
I just spent some stacks up on my left wrist (Yeah)
Pullin' in that Pista
Sayin' that I'm
Whole gang gon' be up in the morning (With the gang)
Whole gang gon' be up in the morning (Yeah!)
Morning
And it's lit
How I get those bitches off my
(She pop, she pop, she pop, she pop)
Run up a cheque and cut up a key (Cut up a key, a key, a key, a key)
Living my life like I got it for cheap (For
as hell
Let me stop cappin
I been moving slow off the drugs
In the cut
By myself lit as hell ain't no fuss
In the back of the whip tented up
With a bad lil
that’s on my list, I did it step by step so I’m a big stepper
If you only knew what we had to do, to get in this restaurant where they’re cracking my
turn it up
Turn it up just like the body count
This the shit right here to make your body bounce
If you talkin' kush I smoke it by the ounce
Type
you think I'm giving in
I'm a warrior, and i'll fight like an Indian
Even if you're up by 2 games, I'm fightin' till the end
Music is my rehab, only
(scraight up)
Lost my soul in the makin' blinded by the views, but it's cool though, ayy
This lifestyle was meant for me, ayy (for me)
Woke up next
need it now aint wake up to blow
Grind hard till you get to coast
Hustle hard till ya money boast
Forbes list yea i need that the most
Master plans
I
we ain't come up off scams
And I never liked no Hi-Point's, them shits might jam
Lost in my thoughts, tryna get back to me
If it was meant, baby girl,
but I ain't jumping
Honestly, I'm just trying to fuck and go get some dumplings
But now it's like 420, I go outside spark up a J
Still can't sleep,
and get it goin
Bout to show you how real men do it just for ya boys
Boy, I'm tryna level up, no stupid s**t with the coins
Never planned on givin' up
Ya,
Ya
Hai, Yhaa
Ey
Face your fears lil boy, Be the best lil boy
Show your strength lil boy
Make mistakes lil boy
You gon' mess up tryna catch up
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