Lyrics:
to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard
They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad
Spin away, spend a day tryin' to pull menage
Just mackin'
They have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard
They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad
Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull
I don't talk it I walk it I live it
Bet you young niggas still riding civics
I pull up with a K for the digits
Mask on if I think he a witness
Caught
out the bowl
Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap
A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (racks)
Twenty K
it right, I live it right, I live it right (I live it right) I live it right
Okay, I'm starting to feel it
Alright, Let's get it
Twenty five, twenty
thousand of ya! Wooah!
At Donnington on August the 20th 1988, you can lucky people, you've not only got the live renditions, you
were there, probably!
But this is where I'm from
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga
to me?
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't wanna be free
You get by if you kiss
(Uh)
Like Mike my spikes they all white
Twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
I live for the moment
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
(It's a long time, a long life)
(It's a long time, a long time)
(Long life, it's a long life)
(Long life it's a long time)
Twenty twenty not a vibe
about the devil, he's liable to get you (yeah, Jesus)
Long as my good days, outweigh my bad days (Lord)
I don't count the money, I just know how much
to get you (yeah, Jesus)
Long as my good days, outweigh my bad days (Lord)
I don't count the money, I just know how much the bag weighs (I know)
Broke
on the great gravel train
Don't wanna sit and watch an old ball game
Don't wanna hang my head in sad sad shame
Don't wanna live known by a nickname
Wanna ride
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
your hustling days are gone
She'll be by your side, still holding on
Even when those twenties stop spinning
And all those gold-diggin' women disappear
i'm in my 20s,
I need 20 whips and 20 mil in cash by 2020 (Skrt skrt)
20 years ago the ballers was riding on 20s
And by 2040 I need 20 incomes (20
I think the lurch lives behind the wall
I think the lurch is creeping in the corridor
It's been the same day for
3 days I haven't snored
How much
Remember the day
When we first met
I tried so hard
You weren’t impressed
You’ll always be my saving grace
Nothing else could take your place
In 20
about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight
And as long Pop is probably
a felonies' hobby
That got me here thinking robbery
Day to day all year long
Teflon protects my body
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm
a felonies' hobby
That got me here thinking robbery
Day to day all year long
Teflon protects my body
It's such unimportant in this criminal cartel
I'm
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
This be the dawning of the age of dead water
Stitchin every be-boy fragment
Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up
This is
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