Lyrics:
Mane it's a line at the door
They say Earl in the building
Them women know where to go
Jam packed know it's bussing
You barley can see the floor
Yeah
Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
All my niggaz do is flex
All my niggaz do is flex
I’mma show y’all how to ball
First of all let me stretch
All I do is jam like techs
I was never
Difference between me and you
Is you think you the man but I know that I am
Mans gets active, bussin a mac 10, let it go nuts till it jam
I was
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez
on her,so I can ease up on her,so I can get touch and feelin',put a dip in ya back and get me one slow jam.
Yeah,gatta get me one,gatta get me one yeah so I
came and get it I got the smoke
Niggas jam me everywhere Lil' Snupe
Name up in every coast
They say man that nigga ballin'
Nigga know how I come
Yeah he
have a snack lil bitch
Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Knew the stakes and shot to kill for this moment
Well here
on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout
the K.O.D. is the walk-by ladykiller
Then I turn to the R...
Rock, Roscoe, Rob and Rook
And the are?dd, yeah, he's the microphone crook
O is the left hook
Like
the scammer life
(It does)
If it ain't Jay Ale's, ain't no appetite
Hit the Runtz
Flew up and damn near hit a satellite
I ain't finna scrap
Do I look like Rob
Told lil Baby you is a acrobat what you using yo hands for
finally got her Attention Only thang that she was paying for
Had to get My Fetti bout my
I was blessed too
Yea free my brothers out that mufuckin jam fool
Sittin on this stool spittin' shit just like we used to do
Its time to get that
Get dem bands shawty get a glance do her lil dance
Whoa whoa shit aye look
Rollin grams brodie off a erky he was in his jam
Makin plans it was off
is the man, bet that lil' hoe know me on my life, dawg issa dan
Glaciers in my ears, you know they cost, bout couple bands
Fresh to death we pull up,
the kitchen gettin' ate by your bitch but she can't stay
Tell that lil' boy that the game is the game and he can't play
This the shit I did when I ain't had
that's my jam
Ain't going broke nigga that's my plan
Life sucks
Six feet don't get too close lil nigga
Nah we not in the same boat lil nigga
You a sheep
strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass
proportionate
To what I am and sposed to be, never take the easy road
Know yourself, know your speed, that's how you gone heave your load
I got hope by
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