Lyrics:
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
the one that put the Range in the Rover
When I'm steppin' out the Range, yo it's over
Comin' through in the Brooklyn Mint gear
We 'gone do this just like
'cause The Game don't stop
Just a little more change, got a Benz and a Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name
The cool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
the wall you better stand tight
Full of X, AK's, whilin' in lobbys, bulletproof PJ's
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
Csi traumatized by viewing
' you can't fold em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'
Yea makin' it rain is automatic when
She's
take it easy
N****s hate to see ya up let em see ya
Make em down by the next time that you see me
Backup
Lemme get my dollas
Yall n****s makin money
up
I always thought to myself, "Damn, why they fucked it up?"
But never the less, I was in love with the microphone
And it stayed that way until I
stuck in a trance (oh my God)
Ayy, what up baby?
Back at it again with another GXNER track hosted by DJ Shadow Biden
Tell 'em what's going on, bruh
a
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my
and a two-tone PP
Walked out of Gucci with the two-tone GG
Bulletproof Range, the coke color albino
Yeah, my sauce A1, no Fogo de Chão
Makin' money in piles
(Noreaga) big Pun
In honor, in honor yeah
I got love, a tatoo don't make a thug
Jose Luis got ya, golden guns, Frank Sinatra
I know you love it when
get the gong cause we niggaz do wrong
and if you're young, and in love, do the moves of Michael Evens
singin songs, big up to my peoples Northside
Dj red alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must i'm number one
People still takin' rappin' for a joke
Yeah
We on this one.
Yo
Oyster Shell
Pony tail
Lipstick wearing baddie
Call my lil' homie J-Vlad
He always got the addy
We might pull up in a Range
DJ's scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby
[Chorus]
Turn it up, I want to hear it real loud, just
Turn it up, so we can party in
the wall you better stand tight
Full of X, AK's, whilin' in lobbys, bulletproof PJ's
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
Csi traumatized by viewing
on the block nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If ya in a Range Rov then shit bang
If you in that six hundred then shit bang
If
we're makin'
Welcome to the Underground
Thank you for dropping in
When it comes to human children
We are not often fond of them
Open your closet - are
Don't need big name to break the mold
All triple A games are takin' notes
Timeless stories, innovation
And the memories, that we're makin'
It's time
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
my brother, shit ain't never been the same
Hope I make it in this rappin', Ima get lil dee a range
Hope I make it in this rappin, all the shit that we
a doubt i got you out
[Lil' Zane]
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin' the pop
Keep pithcin', I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
the eight
and look who in it and out it
nigga
[DJ Paul]
look in da eyes of a mad man
shoot em in the head man
level on dat coco
Playa stata calla
da
all, pose naked in the camisole (nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
You got a baby by me, I got a baby by you
Whaddya mean? I'ma always be able to plug you
You
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