Lyrics:
dear mother to
A bad hoe, that's my queen, in
My teens, it was nuttin' but fiends
Now I'm shopping in Balmain
It's nothing but jeans
And in the jailhouse
trappy (true)
Getting music money right now but I'm lovin' the trap
'Cah it's tax free (woo)
Why you think that my Nokia rings? (Why?)
I got grub in
about?
As I go in a rage
Shoot inside the crowd, make em scatter like Raid
Don't give a fuck, bitch duck, he fell in the lobby
Pick up a needle now
The pale moon rose in it's glory
Out on the Western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down
T'was the fourteenth day
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
kids
Pussy leaking I might dive in it
They didn't believe the kid
Now these niggas wanna be me
Check the price of this T
Diamond diamond diamond VVs
Hair
Now I'm living in cell block six, go ahead
Step in my office
Excuse the smell of my armpit's, nutsack
And I can't flush down my shit's
Till the shit's
I'm tryin' to roll up the chronic leaf
At a stop sign, I take a hit and hold it in
I cough, now I'm off
Drivin' down the two-lane highway
It's all bad,
And now lookin' back, I was foreshadowed by "Jazz"
Track three, Mercury, reenactin' "Jealousy"
Nice try in stoppin' me
But I knew when it was time for me
[Chorus: x2 Pitbull]
Green means go
Yellow means slow
Red means stop
Now drop now roll
Girl you got a ass
Stopping traffic like a red [Repeat
one and never complain
When you needed a hand
He'd be there 'till the end
He'd stand by you in sunshine or rain
A cowboy he was king
He could do
Funny we come from no pot to piss in
In my city they act like I made it, now my voice as heavy as politicians
Hop online want me preach about peace
when you rollin' with me
Now is you rollin' with me? Is you rollin' with me?
The forty on my lap when you rollin' with me
It's shooters in the back
I am in the right place
I'm gonna chat it in a style and chat it in a grace
Eat good food drink good you know that's to my taste
Now make
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace on the East Side
Nooo
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace
so now in Midtown
You want to stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin' this
How
old's drinking 40's with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left them in his BVD's
To much and 2 Dope got booming
I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Gettin' head like clean clippers
Wit' haters on my dick like a jeans
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky.
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickinson, Jim
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky.
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickinson, Jim
flag in the ground it's red nation!
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
feelin ill (ill)
It's the shop for a now nigga givin' out deals
(It's all about the Benjamen's baby)
I'm flying off Lennox, in the Bentley all crazy
glorified
After Pimp C & DJ Screw died
A virus that attacks the immune system now is threatening
Got y’all shopping for raw meat but stocks are piled in
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