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my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away,
out, talk to the cops and play they style out
Me? I'm real hood, and them niggas that was fakin' before
I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would
ass tryfe kids only got one life to live
Niggas never should of fucked around with Lil Dap
Coming straight from the streets where the rhymes react
Group
We them niggas at the park
We just wanna ball selling dope
Then we get a car and
Don't know what it's called niggas foul
But the referees don't get
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
We're gonna go plat, you should know that by now
You're about to get your eardrums did in
By a couple weirdo Scandinavian kids
Here come the feared ones,
nothing like a dog
Nothing like a dog
For running in the park
Or just laying around the house
But you'd better not expect him
To catch a sneaky mouse
the pins in the lock
Everything crushed beneath that tick tock
From amusement parks down to office blocks
Ready to rock, you know with EDC
Always by my side
come with heart (some heart)
Rip apart any obstacle that you face don't let it park (don't let it)
Inside this drop is suede and leather the dashboard
My style ugly in the hood, I'm skeletor's face
Leaving my mark on the game, like a cheap whores waist
If this were first 48, you just a cold case
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
just had to do that once
Ay, t-p-t style
Jumpin up outta the burb', park mode
And 18 inches from the curb
While I'm smellin them stanky stenches from
interruptions
Yea she got low mileage
Well let me test drive that
Let me park it for the night
I have to Smash it out Once
We can keep shit private
Nobody got
Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.
Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with)
Bitch, Shut the fuck up.Get the fuck out
it
By my lonely, I might let you embrace it
But, while they watching, ain't no communication
Cruise around the 404, Check the time it's 4:05
No more
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
by my homey dru house to puff on the loop
Seen my little homey style who I ain't seen in a while
Damn near gone, floatin on cloud one-nine
Liquor sto',
Say what you doing in your downtime
Presence do you wanna be around mine
Cause really I, be goin through it in my downtime
Look death in the face
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
On the turntable sound like tornadoes
My style is performed like tropical storms
Your not to get on the whole spot will get torn
I keep the metropolitan
brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise
Stepped out the car, Levi's saggin'
Gold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin'
Walked up on my boys with
Cool, Calm, Collected
Goin' buck wild damn, I got mad styles, 'ooo child'
Things'll get easier meanwhile
I represent the hood where I grew as a kid
sword
Live by the gun ima die by it lord
Pimping ain’t easy I love me some whores
I slide in that pussy like whales to shore
You niggas want war? I
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin'
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