Lyrics:
the stang
You ain’t with us and that’s a fact lil boy stay in ya lane
I can put a wig on a pig and break the bitch off tip
Big homie in the hood i got respect
top, pop the trunk then pop pop
At his drop top, took another lame out
Oh you the big nigga? Took a hit nigga?
Well I hope you understand
You ain't shit
lands the plane.
It's surrounded by fire engines, police, media, cameras, ambulances,
etcetera, and we are missioned to a big-shift press conference.
summin' special wit ya back side
Put ya booty into rehab (Why?) 'cause ya back high
I back by 2 women drinkin' some Ackrite
She rolled up and gave me
seeing bright lights
Every time we cough
Steamroller set to set it off
Clear the chamber fully like a boss
High daily never at a loss
Big bags tell me what
.22 On the dome
Money bring ya heat
On the east
Come see lil scheme boy
Keep feindin for the rush
Tweakin off a 3 weeks of
Fuckin with the drugs
of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing
I know a girl by the name of Rita
light skinned Puerto Rican, I call (MIRA)
the way she moves i can't ignore
shes a porno flick on the dance floor
I didn’t make you do anything
Don’t tell me it’s ‘cause I caused you pain
If I can keep my hands to myself then so can you
You got no hold on reality
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
luck
Look aint no telling what a nigga might do
For a fast buck
Smoke blunts to the face nigga pass what
Tell her keep her face down with her ass up
They
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin'
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
"I love it
that big body,
Red bottom heels on
I like 'em sexy
And if any gonna stand up
If you 'bout gettin' money
Baby put yo hands up
I get big Benz
the flows nuts
CreekSide may be late but don't stress cos well show up (Showin' up)
Maybe high with a case but keep ya' space cos you know we might blow up
what they trynna do
Look they invented the swine flu so
We don't let the ese's in
My homie Manolo keep the best haze in
That purple get me high as shit
money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care 'cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly
Truthfully, it's a joke, like
me a quarter pound finna smoke it down by the riverside
If you think you know me you ill advised
Country nigga with a city high
Get drunk under city
feeling is something hold
Keeping it close
Glasses high I'm receiving a toast
I don't have try, it's not easy for most
Keep on my grind till I reap what I
Packing this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks (excuse me)
Words in my right then pass my left ear
Your
real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
for the kids with the big ole dreams
Know the world don't give, gotta take it by force
Woah
Now we back in it, the city I step in, the mayor I'm shaking
the guys that got booked wit a sentence
Big hands grip tight on a ruger
Told bro to roll up he passed me oota
Got the keys to the block like a super
on the road
Yeah get the cheese and then I go
Yeah go and count in on my own
I can't keep nobody close
Thought that I should let you know
Ya I could say I love
And it goes on
Kill a pussy nigga with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack nigga with his
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