Lyrics:
DVD?s clogged arteries and MP3?s,
He?s got this antisocial mental brain disease.
And I want to break him out, want to show him the world.
Want
that track
In the four
And it ain’t no stopping the show
LA metropolis so
There just ain’t no stoppin’ when I hit that
Bomb head in my car
Got that bomb
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
home
Just my chair and my TV
My cigarettes, my stereo, and my DVD's
So lend me your ear I feel like grandstanding
Because everyone I know is growing up
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
prowler
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
She want to fuck, I'ma call her and see
Take that
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
She want to fuck, I'ma call her and see
Take that hoe
prowler
Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
She want to fuck, I'ma call her and see
Take that
and Click-ish
Like that there nigga, re-cop from Mack Diamond
Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin
I'm a Bay nigga, all in L.A. nigga
No
then again
Till that perfect take
You?ve got the leading roll
In love?s greatest episode
Unzip you dress now baby
Before I hit the door
I?ll be all up in
find that nigga"
Oh my god bitch c'est la vie
We make movies, DVD
Shit ain't PG, CP Three
Our chemistry like alchemy
Bitch, I was outside in the coupe
Make a lil bitch nigga run like its DMC
Bitch I get hot like a dragon no DnD
Nigga act dumb, he get played like a DVD
Bitch and my pockets stay fat
there's something by the waist
I have nothing more to say
Plastic, sun shining on my dollhouse
Plastic, I will take away your troubles
Plastic
hope left?
Are we godless?
DVD:
I'm feelin like we godless
Either that or she is heartless
With the power to go stop this
So called man who has your
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
pointin' fingers, Heaven knows I never been a saint
I know that it feels like we just pissed away our history
And just today I looked at your picture,
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
Do you even remember the thoughts that I say
Summer nights in December, just talking away
Watching you lose your temper over stupid games
All
corner my mind
Like a new DVD
When I try to swim out
To the fish in the sea
You're not all that I want
So Don't play me a fool
I'm sick of the game
I
hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I
that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'?
Hoping that I get away from this
I don’t really think it’s made for this. I don’t really feel it’s made for this
Opt is nada. By the bottom dollar. Why
I promise you that soon the autumn comes to darkened, fading summer skies
Breathe, breathe, breathe
I'm locked in, I can't get thrown off by my
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