Lyrics:
high off weed
Collect G's, make my enemies bleed
When you see me, nigga, holla my set!
And watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die
In this life I
maki that cash
It's a little pup now everybody want to be hustlas
Earned my stripes from the platinum M-I-C
Now what's up 1-2-3 times and still
in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young
mase, and they holla trick
but i know somebody know something that boosie shit
this aint no beef song, this what i see when bet on
and mtv on im peeping
(gotta holla)
Caught me slippin', dressin' like the Met Gala (Met)
But you wouldn't know what to do with it
All this money, you wouldn't know what to do
at the bottom
The only way is up
So I'm climbing up the ladder
And try to make it on top
But my mind is oh so deep
I don't see the way to go
My mind is
waiting fo
why u standin for
what u whaitin for
going crzy bitch
let me see you shackin h*e
yeah we put em up
still be getting crunk
yall already know we
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo
Double up, nigga, what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d
Fiend for the green leaves
Double up for
and I don't know what y'all done heard about me
But I'm a C-R-I-P with some P-I-M-P too
I'm a real pimp playa from the 213 crew
Now look here boo
If you
ain't afraid to shoot
And I love to toot toot
Beep beep as I slide up the street
I'm from the LBC
And I don't know what y'all done heard about me
But
Southside: lil' Key-C
I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leaning in they seat
Smoking
Southside: lil' Key-C
I showing up, everybody got on they Nikes
And you know what everybody higher than a kite
Or they just leaning in they seat
Smoking
to hump, I was teachin them to suck dick
Always tryin to go up in a hoe
Got caught tryin to fuck in school they asked me what I did it fo'
You know just what
Or tame a man, not with the same old game
See on some different stuff, I'm a different cut
It's what I say and do to make the bitch give it up
Oh you
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
down for you
Hey lil mamma can I holla at you
You'll be down for mine ill be down for you
Hey lil mamma look what you do what to me every time I see you
drip is like magic
Holla from the east side, holla the to west side
Just let them know that I am built like magic
One day I'll be one of the greatest
c
drip is like magic
Holla from the east side, holla the to west side
Just let them know that I am built like magic
One day I'll be one of the greatest
c
drip is like magic
Holla from the east side, holla the to west side
Just let them know that I am built like magic
One day I'll be one of the greatest
c
That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go "YEE!"
When you hit the prison bricks
From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla
to double up
Double up
I fall though the spot
Kellz on the prowl
I see these honies and they dancing all wild
All up on each other windin' real freaky
Now, playas (yeah)
I'mma need y'all niggas to lose all control
Now, ladies (yeah)
Lemme see you bad bitches get low, c'mon
Now, holla at me
Holla
the airport
Taking pictures shaking hands
Every day for me is an oyster
Crack it open find the pearl
I love the way I'm living is what I holla to the world
Wake
and peruse my record crate
The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyond me
So what is reality? I don't know
I tried it, I couldn't find it
Now
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