Lyrics:
[Intro]
"Ready...set...and begin"
Premo beats on the machine doggy, yeah
"Ready...set...and begin"
King side ta yu
[Verse 1: Craig G]
Ready, set,
I be in it to win it, whipping and whipping
I live in the kitchen, I hang by the stove
Eat with my fingers, I don't need utensils
I eat with my
mouth was my biggest enemy next to me
and i guess she was right about that we see
there i am laying praying for my life, car tires skid
and there's
his thing
Still he calls every night
And when its dark and its cold
I know he'll be right by my side
I'm feeling u I'm so sure
This vibe we got I can't
się rodzisz i gdzie umierasz
Ja poczekam poczekam choć droga przetarta
Jesteś fajna ale maybe I see you next life time
Butelka dym ta rozmowa wystarczy
just totally let go
Just fly'n through the air, go'n ta places unknown
I find freedom in this music, a place that I call my home
It's more than a coping
cuz I’m king and not you cuz the name
Say, dis dat trap shit frontline Bankhead
I was raised by some real G’s who certified and crack heads
Sledgehammer
Hold up lil mama
Let me spit some game
Yea i seen you round da way
Joe Kent's da name
You need to get an education
Get yo life in order
You in school
It was a cold December day
When I met you there
Who could ever guess
What life would bring us next
Back then it was you and I
Together day and night
plus arousal you created it
By physical means you're wasting it
If you ain't get it you can't get it
You got ta build discipline first to make with it
TA on the track
Playing basketball
Each and every single day
Balling on the court
Call me MJ
Shot off the backboard
Bank is open
Like Tim Duncan
Man
eyes to see
Put another nigga next to me
And he wouldn't compare
I been keeping it player
Been Tryna keep this fair
And I love how they stare
Alien how I
on the time it takes
Cuz I'm running out
No woman no cry, no girl by my side
That subconscious choice, no question why
I let it come, that is no pun. I never
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
to share my dreams
So you don't have to contemplate what it seems
It's all there black & white no grey areas
And it's just my life I'm willing ta share wit
to lose
Me and my goons never live life by the rules
We like to do what we do
If you mess with the fam
Then bitch, here I am
Gonna turn this rose whip
life
Mașina-i în drive, da' nu-i
By, toți gangsterii ăștia, de offline
Să-mi sugă pula, că-mi bag
Pula-n tastatura lor, tonight, aight
PRNY bagă beatu',
I go by the name
Zuncho
Rhyme, di ma man muh go house, mama deh cook rice
If you go meet your mum, she fi put you right
After that we go go, baba go
You sneak diss again
Send yo bitch ass right to da cemi
Look
Right next to yo brother
That's where you gon be
Them shells was hitting em up
Bro pop
why
Just keep it moving
Dancing in the night
And the Next time
I see u passing by
It might be too hard
For our hearts fight
Em táo ơi có nhớ đến tôi
Trigger finger on the gat and blow you to the next life (let's go!)
Fuck that y'all shoulda known I ain't retire yet
If you want a verse from me, you better
Well I'm a John Reuben from the land or corn
Columbus, Ohio that's where I was born in
By mom Kathleen on January 14
1979 I entered the scene lookin'
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
the past
I saw the things clear, life is a nightmare
You make money for a year then you're outta here
Huh, too bad in school you were so brillant
Street
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