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Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
the sweetness of your years
By and by we'll all learn the taste of tears.
Open your eyes my growing son
There is hard work to be done
Follow your father to his
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Can you hear me now?
This is not the girl you used to know
Talking to you now
I
like a mu'fucking trolley
Chopper gon' blow him from LA to Raleigh
Lean in my cup and I'm popping a molly
Stay with the gas, I ain't talking unleaded
So
to get money by Any Given Means
All about dollars call her amazing
Be on the Block I'm willing to do that
Bringing them guns I'm willing to shoot that
Yea, that's my people's right there man
With blood over there? Yea, that's my people
Guns over there? Yea, that's my people
Every time they pass me
my gun got a stutter
Wipe out these playas like I'm cleaning clutter
Cruising through Miami
Heat on me like Baldwin
Breeze in my face
Now That is some
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
I was knee high knew I had to live that high life sippin’ on that
By my pool with too many bitches handing me some Jack
And for me there's only one
approaching my body in the park
You got me shocked by the way you dance
I'm pretty sure that you like this romance
'Cause every time that you dance in the light
lo otro.
No queremos su trato,
Ni sus amigos falsos,
Venimos de otro lado,
Vendiamos contrabando.
El humo de la weed,
Que me trae my g,
La baby
roses, we step like "uh la la"
N'fakt si nihet zoni, rahat-ta-ta-ta
We step like "uh la la", we step like "uh la la"
Ayy, I'm rolling out with my boo
little brown bones
La with your pink and gold /Is the driver still alive
La orange blossom grove /are there guns inside
La oh La /Is Sarah by myside
La oh
[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
fa la la la la la la la la
tis the season to be jolly....
[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[*Gun Shots*]
Merry
"La La La La", come on, come on, come on, come on...
my people say "La La La La"
[Chorus]
Mr. 305, AKA
Mr. Snort Yay, Spit Rocks, Made in Dade
I owe my future to last name Campbell, first name Luther
The gun-shine state where they shoot
yeah
He don't know what love is
My homie died by the gun, now I know what a slug is
Yeah
Now I ain't street, but I was, I sold dope where the club is
Twenties of hydro, tie ho, duck me for five-oh
I drive 'till my eyes close
Me and like five hoes and Bugsy, Domma
Gatt for the drive-by, ride by
the deal with Jay
I got my first number one and you was on the run with me
Never want to leave the country if I can't take my gun with me
You weren't with
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
the street
At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't
With it so
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