Lyrics:
that's kinda complex
'cause niggas and spics always fiend to have sex
Those free clinic goin ghetto dwellin nymphos
I know we could put something in
I been chillin on the moon, rollin pencil blunts thinking bout my room
I been thinking bout the blues the way the jazz beat playin my tune
Even
a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops
With the white rocks comin' through in the new blue drop
I be able
motherfuckers just W.A.P.ed all ye ladies
We're G.O.A.T just face this, Aces we play with
Picked up another bag , blue cheese - gotta waste this (guap)
My bitches
familiar of a life where I'm deprived
So only in a boss role where this king will thrive
I been smoking on some blue dream making them come true
Got a cup
Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)
I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)
it right back
If her dude get mad throw her right back
Like-like Boosie make her show her pussy for the right cash
Just by being me get her with
Burnt buildings, brothers building
Save the children, investigative reports!
Calling all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous,
I'm meetin up with tha governor
3-2 and tha Hillwood Hustla
Comin' straight out tha head though
From tha brain representin' my ghetto
It's a trip how
We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars (fo sho)
We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars
Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face
In
[Verse 1]
I'm meetin up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla
Comin straight out the head though
From the brain representin my ghetto
Its
We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars (fo sho)
We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars
Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face
In
and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don't give a fuck bout killin niggaz
We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us
One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man
She don't riff bout cheating
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
Real real late when
doors and swing fours eat chicken out the box
leaning in a cream rolls
raised in the hood amongst hustlas and crooks
influenced by the gees you can
ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head,
(drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
yo yo yo
(verse two) {1:30}
Now it's gangs out here
Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red
[Juvenile]
Some old ghetto-face, blue-hair, funny-ass lookin' bitch
Was tryin' ta holla at a nigga... talkin' some bullshit
I told her, "If ya fuck
used to make advance to my lady form
Ok, shall I smack a ghetto punk with the line? (but, Mecca)
Ok, slap a meadow punk with a fine
I flip this only
with no faking
Ghetto to my marrow, then
Ease on back to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers
to lane
[Al-D]
Gripping on grain, while the 15's bang
Know you wonder if it's thunder, where the fuck is the rain
Lane to lane dripping blue, puffing
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
of the month, popped up like trunks
And when a nigga showing off, we pump up punks
Fin to dump, showing a nigga Lil' Trae don't play
Blue over grey with a K,
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green from counting the ones
Memorized by the glory, word life
Cut off
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