Lyrics:
Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is
we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come
on my get-up,
Stay on the red-up, pimpin' ain't easy, but there's a whole lot of fed-up,
And like I told you from the get-go, don't trust no one (no
(yeah, yeah)
Roll up somethin', lift for me (yeah, yeah)
Baby every Christmas Eve
Won't be right, you next to me
Tell me you gon' ride on my sleigh
a pen and began to write again
I'll be alright, Laviish nigga back up on the rise again
Remember keep it rolling don't matter what kinda ride you in
I
is real
And you know how it's done son
They pop a lot of shit, then finger fuck the phone 911
Yeah, so duck me when you step in the place
Cause I'll
make him skip & hop
Bitch my heart been hollow that's what happens when you seen a lot
cin't ever cut my wrist cut on this mix & then I bleed a lot
Call
viciously
This guy I didn't know, walked up to me
But the closer he got, the more I could tell
It was the man they call Howard Cosell
The guy you'd see
Doubles get you from that bar, and get you right
Or get you bent, whatever you like
I'm not into wifin' - no sir
I just wanna beat it up, hear
it costs
Were blowing up
But you man are blowing off
Blad, you're blowing out
You told Logan you're Mix CD was finished
But you're constipated,
fronting MC, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can't rap
I said it before, I'll say it again
You don't belive me, ask your fans
When I
Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's
You're alone on this life so do what you wanna do
Movie time on tv I'll be up in the club soon
You're alone on this life so do what you wanna do
Movie time
would you ride for me
We married by the hearts I'll die for you
Keep it genuine I can't Iie to you
Roll up the herb I run a lot to you
Just to see me in
yeah I was lovin' it, but not old enough drive
Parkin' lot pimpin' from the passenger side
I use to walk everywhere I had to show up
Shoe hills, one
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you
of breakin' off back (oh my damn)
I know that p**** flowin' so ima need life Jack (I ain’t pullin out)
Anaconda goin' dumb lookin at those buns
I, sir mix a lot
the crumbs all over the floor
It's nice to meet you sir
I hope you're having lots of fun tonight
There's fireball in the backseat
And my guy
I'm not gonna lie
Roll with me
They on the diet baby
Anything you want girl (that's real baby)
I'll bet you never seen it like this
Just stay up on that floor girl
no 12 chase
You niggas is lames
All y'all take the bait
Big crib by the lake
I'll put up a date
When we gon drop at yo spot
FRN the coldest
Know you
me do the old man dance boy
I smoke plenty grass boy
I'm touching on the ass boy
Go ahead and Sir Mix-A-Lot put it on the glass boy
I'm from
And bitches call me Iron Man move over Tony Stark
I got more knock outs than Rocky Balboa
So you wanna fuck with me and I'll sure as hell show ya
Just like
switched
And me bitch niggas aint never mix
But these purpin ass niggas yea they got a lot of lip
Pull up and pop or Im pullin you out the whip
Counting
of posts on his page
Got him, bro
Got him froze
Bouta roll up, got a lot of dope
We gon' roll up on him, bye lil bro
Sayonara,
Nigga I'll be rich by tomorrow
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