Lyrics:
a zima.
Roll around the club forty times in ya beamer.
Lease by ya moms watch the don flow like water.
Next week you scrape to buy pampers for your
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
on me, blocka-blocka (ayy)
Like some diamonds, we came out the mud
Got our names off of gangs, off of drugs
We got chains, but don't hang in the club
taste of the applehead, shorty wop wants to marry it
The weight on my mind, the average woman couldn't carry it
Bob Digi-tech in mix-matched shoes
it's like this, word
In this life every night I'll find the right type in the mix
Like Jack and Coke with limelight
Funny how we do wrong things
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
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dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
know that im ahead by the way that she was talking
in the message and it said,
Hey, how you doing its me from earlier tonight,
Thank you I enjoyed your
so you hit the street looking for love
Affection and devotion, met none of the above
Met me in the club working your fake id
Looked me in the face like
wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life
The wolves be howling
World is in an outrage
Dead of night running with tweaks
Gonna be out late
How safe
Is it when your homies are all Drug addicts
to a lot
I ain't asked for permission, I just mashed for a minute (BOW)
First the business, then the cash, then the club, then the bitches (OH)
Stay your
lifestyle's not for everybody
I'll cut you off by any means
By any means
Yeah
Look, honestly I could not front
I used to make songs in my bedroom
I was rappin
'cause, here I come
Because weekends were, were
Walk in the club at like 10 o' clock
And the spot is hot, blowing up rooftops
It's Thursday night
louie bag on your neck
Baby remember before you had shoes
When yo' life was filled with nothing but bad news
See everything I rock and wear is handmade
the tec
To put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say,
I'll shoot five in a second, homie, and break your nose
Talking past, I'm dead ass, I was living life fast with my pistol in the grass
Digging in my
Throw it back make it clap
Scrub that booty on the floor
You so fine you a dime aye
Wipe the pole do your dance
Every nigga in the club in a trance
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
Uhh! You know
It's times like this
When we need change nigga
Yeah, and if you really look at it
Your life is like a movie
And we all in
the pavers giving out bars like free lunches
Shouldn't be stress by next man success
That hating shit gonna put your ass in debt
Your career left in the red
were having a party
We lightin' up the sky with the burnin' star
Throw your hands in the air
If you know who you are
Cause we jumpin' around with
ain't talking dough when you meet Drake
I'll be all in your face, like, "No speak-a la ingles"
Soon as you hear it, you quote it
They try to be the one
the mouthpiece of a ventriloquist
When I'm talking business, I barely move my lips
I don't want no suckers and counterfeits in my mix
I don't want them around
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