Lyrics:
and Meek, Louie V
Lee Mazin crazy as the fuck
This shit we doing in here this
Shit amazing as the fuck
I gotta get it, gotta go
Nigga, I fuck bitches better
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
From the streets of miami
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo
I, am an everyday rudebwoy
(yeah, celebrity face, ain't it true enough?)
So where I rest I'm stressed by the 5-0 (here we go)
Cops drive around
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
the odds we can hit it and lets ándale
Somos locos pocos, here we come
Grippin' outta site
Takin' it to other heights
Homie, go around the back
Go in
this prejudice has got to go
Life is moving fast it need to slow down
Come and see me when I am in yo town
Practice what we preach before it go down
thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by
Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI
Why try if ya body lie
By the block
yeah ok, you got us
But we’d be singing different songs if you came here without guns
“Ahem, those were fathers, not sons. We are not our parents.”
Your clothes all torn and your face is dirty
Eighteen years old lookin' like you're thirty, ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yo listen, listen, Kid can we say,
(Party people in the place ta be,here we go it's the three emcees who rock the house c'mon c'mon
Check it out, check it out, check it out yo)
It's
got Je, I got Je, I got Je-)
Okay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (I got Je-, I got Je, I got Je, I got Je-)
Uh
Omo we go dey, okay (okay)
Yes, we gon'
talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yo, Leroy
Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo
Yeah
Nicky Jam
Spanish remix
Yeah
Yo shy guy, Yo Jaden, uh
Wouh! Hahaha
Yeah, hit it!
Woo!
Nicky con el flow terrible
Nadie a mí me para,
flexing my paper
Praying that I don't get hit by a hater (Fa-Fa-Fa)
Ask can we go out i say maybe later
Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders
pin my fails
Gotta be on my shit
Gotta go NFL
Gotta go blaze that trail
Get the fish by scale
Make my fathers bail
Damn I must prevail
Tengo la receta
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
Oh, sometimes, I feel more broken, than black
Never taught how to share, can't build, play well or let go of pain
So we claim blocks, lay bricks,
Blood thicker than water we came here to slaughter
Been at it for years and we still going harder
Went from the block to the field like our father
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
ROAR, Timbaland tree, weed galore
Mc's with gusto y'all ain't neva seen befo'
El producto, pass that, ya puff too slow
That's what's up, yo, the kid
like a snack
I can feel it getting warm she say papi vamos lento
I say we go abroad? disfrutemos el momento
Don't got a nice car but I got a bed frame
Escuchame
//Yo se que//
Yo se que El te escuchará
//Yo se que//
Yo se que El te escuchará
Whoa!! Yo sé que El te escuchará!
No hay mejor manera
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