Lyrics:
the mains
If you want more you'll get served
We don't care if you just ate
We the Jones's so we don't lag, always keeping up the game
Rolling the sixty's,
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
I'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
we hustlin'
Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
And see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life
Ante up 'cause if you blow the dice
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and what did we find?
Some young punk
all you get is drama nigga
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
Ten a key now, got da whole block
I pray that you're billin' now (Lord)
Double R, them bitches, they get aroused (ooh)
Twenty cars, young brother with ten accounts, I'm out
On my
Which has the power to
Help shape your reality
If you view everything through
The lens of fear
Then you tend to stay in retreat mode you can
Just
ya'll know where to get at me
Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin', bullets stickin' in family
Who sadly gets torn
ass, you won't ever diss
Look at the bottom of my goddamn shoe print
From muthafuckas done donated blood to the kid
Now do you want to make a bid?
I
See how you did me now tell me a moment I did you the same
Forever Solid you need it I got it
Don't look at my pockets don't stare at my chain
I'm
sober like my name Is sosa
Bout to get loose
I done poured a six deuce
Mix it wit the vess soda
My young niggas poured up
Think you gone plot on me
play yo ass off like them Detroit Pistons
She gon' stall you now
Like Mike Jones say
She want them ballers now
You's a young-chump-punk
just the goon in me
They ask if I'm killing them softly
Put them to sleep coffin
Surrounded by wolves and vultures
They ready to eat if you cross me
I'm
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
Round.
It is, like, out there. I mean, gross.
Look! She has just so... Black!
I like big butts an´ I can not lie.
You otha brothas can´t deny.
That when
on Gillie and Wallo show goin' at it
Before you sign a contract, let your lawyer look at it (just sayin')
That's a million dollar worth of game that I just
feet, I'm a parkour god
Can you keep up with the bars I drop?
Just try not to fall in love
Eyes up here come on, you dogs!
Now I'm at large, hitting them
ain't no Too $hort freaky tale
Cause right now I'm goin' through a dry spell
Stopped fuckin' with the hoes, just ride and look
Dip to the house to get
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
brother with life
You're just a dumb little idiot and can't see the light
So keep out the system, stay a man and be free
If not, young brother, you come
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
leather
Point a loud bitch if you know one
Talking about shopping sprees
Damn, now we on one
I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be
No bag-getting, casino
hands it's startin to look like cuffs
I wish I never fucked
But now it's too late
How much you made ?
Coz accordin to your income
you might have to spend
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