Lyrics:
would fuck wit Mista
they'd be lickin blackberry molasses out my asses
Jason who da fuck time ya wastin
I got no patience for little dick tastin
I'd
holes in ya fitted
Now you nonexistent blick done kissed ya ass good riddance, nigga
(Flick Flick)
Dub he rolled an opp in here it's lookin' sticky
(Sniff
I find out he got a next Mrs
What you think all the goons is for
Two by the door a few more out in New York
And I feel 'em curry chicken, I'm all
Notha friday nite we on patrol
Sippin' vodka, hit of ganja, Sarge ain't gotta know
Tag chasers all on birth control? Hurts to know a ho will lie for
Tonight is the night
So won't ya ready steady get set go
Bring the funk yeah
Go bring the funk
Girls lookin' real pretty, in the red lippy'
Steppin from
yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
It don't stop why'all (get busy)
It don't stop why'all (get busy)
Who ya down for (you)
To ride or die,
she makes her own money, she ain't after my chips
I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
Catch a G dippin by high at the sky, I
was in
It's Malicious
[Chorus: ]
If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya
Quarterbackin', Quarterbackin'
Leader of the squad
we are steppin to the party, the place to be
OK, the crowd is packed, and people lookin at we
like the mic's on the stand, Speedy, you know what to do
I'm not sleepin' on ya mama never gonna Snooze
Saint Laurent and Jimmy Choo's cop designer By the two's
My lil' girl she cute, she my lil' Kurrueche
them brand names
Damn man!
I could give 2 shits bout where
You're from and where ya goin
Fuck ya neck up lookin back n forth
Don't misalign this only
you doin?
Givin' birth to the brown skin ladies first
Brown skin lady
For what it's worth, from me to you
How do you feel?
From me to you,
Rockin' for the 845
When we skateboard by
Gotta stay more fly
Than the next one
Waiting on our shit
Keep it hot
Hold it down for the squad
'Cause you
of the night, sometimes around four
Hopin to find who they lookin for but they won't succeed
All they gonna find is mad empty bags of weed
But word son, you got
I'm tired of these niggas
Complainin' bout prices when they gettin' gold
25 for the 8th you prolly smokin' mold
I spent 500 on a zip they lookin' at me
from you niggas no
If you're lookin' for me homie I'll be
Right here no fear no ear
Still here bell ring it's our year
And I'ma say it clear
So all
strapped with ya gat
No rappin lay em all on the floor
Squeeze the trigga and let all of em off
See look you got the fiends on the corner
Lookin' like
first of all ya look at me close searchin' for lines
Thankin' that you can get in my mind, thankin' that I'm
A lightweight, left fly straight in one wait
from Germantown
We did ride
We made our bed sir from the rock on the mountainside
We been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin' for a place
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E
Get took to the streets and the thugsta down on the St. Clair
Hit up ya S C T, when I'm hangin',
is, here for ya home kids,
How these lil' niggas takin' over show-biz,
[Chorus]
There's boys in the hood, there's boys in the hood,
Ya'll wanna
rolling rims in Timmies, to afford the meals (uh)
I'm shoppin' at the navy, actin like the seals (aye)
My floor done lookin crazy, with banana peels
Ya
Ya
that'll destroy ya
Boots on
Strapped in
Hat tilted forward where tha light bend(Wrist)
Shades lookin' sweet wit tha light tint
Cocaine cowboy call me
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