Lyrics:
feel so free
I got myself, so I only need me
Ain't stressin' no more, you can go do you
Why he run down, down, up on the gang
We got pistols, let them
ayo, hot shit makin' ya bounce
One two ride around in large amounts
One two high offa half an ounce
One two, one two
One two, hot shit makin' ya
to informants when they roll witcha (They'll turn rat)
Thats why I ride by myself ion need no niggah (Ion need nobody)
Duct tape black mask and two pistols (I'm
Tha producer :
That's when we, that's when we, that's when we ride.
That's when we, that's when we ride on these bitches.(x2)
Tha Producer: chorus
ride a couple blocks, Make a turn at the light
Put this dick on his ass like the nigga a dyke
Gotta big boy nine, Why the fuck I gotta fight
Put my two's
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
tight
I stole bikes
Sold em to the neighbors for the low price
It's getting dark run up on you from both sides
I drove by
Hop out put the pistol to your
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
lie to me? (Come, let's ride)
Wrist slick and my shit too quick, better keep it forty-five so the pigs don't trip
Pull up with the pistol grip, flew
on it
Money comin', bustin' dick hard
I got yo' ho on it you givin' me rides
And you ain't know I got my pistol on me
All my niggas criss cross
Cross
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
at the sto'
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin' dough
If a girl choose, let her do her thang
Just like her mama and I ain't sayin' the name brain
at the sto'
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin' dough
If a girl choose, let her do her thang
Just like her mama and I ain't sayin' the name brain
a pistol, chase the border, head to Mexico
So why run?
Life is what you make it, you can't escape it
So why run? (Why run? So why run? Why run)
You
we slide
It's no locations just vacations when we ride
That's my lil baby she forever by my side
I call her Bonnie and she always call me Clyde
She put
we slide
It's no locations just vacations when we ride
That's my lil baby she forever by my side
I call her Bonnie and she always call me Clyde
She put
keep it onda pistol
Say you love me is a understatement
Every move I make im getting paper
Im the coolest losing gravitation
Drive a cloud, I ride
A pistol in my reach
The grimiest of all time is me, officially
(That's a fact, homie)
I done got in this bitch and made history
And proved beyond
Four by four Benz truck on the ride
G Wagon with them lil ass lights on the side
Money Team Green bitch know how we ride
Four G Autos on the rims
ride wit' me?
And gon' ride wit' me?
Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang
Made it to the top from the gutter
Promisin' the hood I
got my..
Pistol grip on the side of me
And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
handy witta' pistol
Handi-Caper
When you handy witta' pistol a Handi-caper's what you called
Plus yo pistol like a crutch that ain't gone never let you
my keys my pistol clean
Put it by my seat do not make it scream
One more song fore i break it down I'm gonna let you know there's a bigger fight today
the way I creep my season
Here's my ghetto rep
I kept, to say the least no
No it can't cease
So I begin to piece my two and two together
Gots no snowy
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