Lyrics:
the whole crew
Cookin up so we could sell it all on iTunes yeah
I do what i want too
Ain't nobody gunna tell me how to live ouu yeah
I need the cash before
things you ain't done before
I need 1 2 3 4 5 drinks sitting in the system
I see 6 7 8 9 10 chicks I'm tryna get with them
Move ya waist
Feel the pace
Oh
somethin' down, we got another one mixed
And, I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives
And, we're comin' equipped, but we ain't burglin', it's one
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
the punchlines
Hit 'em with a one, and then the two
See that comes later
To prove to all ya'll that I ain't no one hit wonder
I'm with the sand crew
So its
this bitch, dipped freshly
New Lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before I do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged
are you into, huh?
Niggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot, homie
If you do want to put your guns up
Tell your crew don't front
I
are you into, huh?
Niggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot, homie
If you do want to put your guns up
Tell your crew don't front
I
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
a 16 ting yeah
Ok, Yes man i’m bringing him because I
Knew he was alright let’s go, ok, Skepta
I’m not scared of DEVelopment
DEVelopment ain’t in
his whole shit, his whole crew busting
Shit ain't going according to plan
Goddamn, my shit jam
Nigga standing right behind me
I think I'm caught up
One time for the (Krrrrrruuu crew yah)
One time for the gang, one time for the squaw
One time for the (Krrrrrruuu crew yah)
One time for the gang, one
you knew I was goin' to bust a move (brr)
I'm drippin' mud on my shoes, yeah, I got slatts by the twos
Put Chanel and Jimmy Choos, I don't play by
real- who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out
they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I don't get no applause
I'm just being me ain't no way that it's my fault
you trying to do
She loving the crew and ain't fucking with you
I go where the hood niggas get into it
I go where the bad girls go shop
Every window
heaters on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders
If we meetin' on two, I put a beatin' on you
Your sound's tired buddy, that's why I
y'all know?
We ain't finished till it's almost
You gotta deal with a broad that ain't even 5'4?
My live goal is to send three or four in the Tahoe
man
Will start living again
You wanna live in a two
I wanna live in a ten
Go and ask PPL fam I did it again
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Yeah lager and spliffs
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
off in this bitch
No ceilings fuck ha, now we do what we do
And I go by Witty we record as a crew
Gonna stay here all night past
A quarter to two
And if
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
own two
No crew just see what this Mac-11 gon do
Plenty bodies gon be dropping soon
As I come through
Hop out let it rip head slugs go threw
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