Lyrics:
some fun, peep this
The be -to-the-I-to-the-G-to-the-D
to-the-A-to-the-D-to-the-D-to-the-why
to-the-K-to-the-A-to-the-N-to-the-E
The Smooth
of your clothes
Every article of clothing, except for the,
Leave the pumps on girl, I like that
Enough of the kissin and huggin..
[Chorus x2]
We should be
block to a terror scene
Shit you ain't never seen
Twenty millimeter tank rounds eatin up everything
Nowhere to run, hide, or back down
I put my mack down,
that go against this, is plain senseless
I'm out blastin, spit my word like a mack ten
You ain't laughin, splashin my jewels like a craftsmen
Perfect
Intro:
(whispering) take 'em shake 'em brake 'em (x8)
1,1,1,2, how we do it real son. Word up. Yo yo yo yo so now enter the next
chamber yo yo check
laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
By bitch I mean fro, hell to heart and had a mack attack
Give me a brick of blow you never seen it flip as fast as that
And you can keep the beef,
and I'm stuck with it
got levels-n-service (2X)
Verse Three: Bambino
I down a brew, then I check one two it
And tellin bitches bend over, 'cause you
the face who wrote it
And i swear ill never stop, im motivated by the doubts
Keep on dissin on my name n imma punch them in dey mouth
And when i pull up
with big Mack’s
40 caliber with no kick back
We come and shoot up yo kick back
Put some bread on ya n go sit back
And let G push ya shit back
Pearl Harbor atomic
Quarter after 5 come by yoself meet me at the sonic
Isaa New chef n the kitchen want a fixing pull up on me
I dan threw out all
sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new
It ain't about if it's bout when
Brella by my side I don't need no other friends
Then we all going up do not pretend
That you was really down from
in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars
Blue n black lifeline
Getting stacks with the macks
50 packs I slide
I do it
I do it
Muthafucca I prove it
Made a million off weed n music
I
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
yeah
It takes a nigga dat hard from the start
you gotta have heart
to meet a bitch, mack hard down, then rip her apart
it's all in the game, a nigga
he's the best to consol ya
And that's the realest thing mack 10 eva told ya
It have anything to do with no...... Grippin
Them dude lost their lives
with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear
I'm a just sit back sip gin
Think on how to ? corner 'em all, consume 'em
And sent them in a murder with a Mack-10
Pack that gat, so them had it
Ready,
[Chorus x2]
Now drink up, let's get drunk
let's get drunk
Now drink up, let's get drunk
and throw up in the car, let's get drunk
[E-40]
corner 'em all, consume 'em
And sent them in a murder with a Mack-10
Pack that gat, so them had it
Ready, set, aim, and straight to pull the flame off
Rock, Southside Jamaica Block
Flat Bush, Brooklyn, all of them Jamaica spots
This is my city 'n' I be reppin' my city
It's where the giants'll tackle you
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