Lyrics:
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
a thug nigga and playa
I ain't playful, I'm jus' a non-sinner
A man without label, standin' on my own two
Tryin' to stay stable
Speakin' what I know,
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self
You just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
(I've got all my life to live
Plus
Sick motherfuckers!
Go head, throw up nigga
Yea yea OK, I know you
I know, I know
If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never, a playa
a major way
Playa hatas watch yo bacc, it's yo day to pay
We ain't gon play nigga
We serious as a heart attacc
Bustin through offensive line bringin
clique goin' crazy
They many niggaz come round, talkin' bout
They hot, but they not, fuckin' with fat boy and MJ
Nigga we the truth, holla at a playa
be droppin'
Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop me
Got that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I tell a hoochie don't stop
Ass bangin',
Is this muthafucka on?
(Check-check 1-2
Yeah bitch, go check your muthafuckin puss
Yeah, this's your homeboy Jay from the Romper Room Crew
We just
tell da playa hater see you later,
To my northside crew get paper,
To my midlands crew get paper,
To my up north crew get paper,
I tell da playa
never the less on my jock
Devastated by the knock I got
In a trunk with a fallen top
I'm a playa, nominated for G of the Year
With rocks in my ear
Wood
them
Chorus 2x
[master p]
Niggas hittin' the bass, straight playa
But you gotta watch your back for them fuckin' hatas
If I were a football player, I'd
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up and gotta pick which car I'ma drive
The Doubble R 760, or the 645, I'm
of this game to stay alive.
[Chorus x2]
Always wanted things always wanted cash.
To Live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass.
Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta
she ain't it so I'm through wit it
I let Pooh hit it, he let the crew hit it
Hold on lil' Derrty, for two minutes
I think I left my herb man I ain't
Verse 2
Hii ni hasara
Yan zaidi kuikosa Ajira
Hata uvae dera
Ukisha ukata mpera ni hasara
Wala si masihara
Ziko nyingi hasara
ci ukame magonjwa hadi baa
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
a hearse
I'm talking eulogies and coffin heads
Rappers bite my flow I swear these playa's like the Walking Dead
Ever since 2Pac went dead, none of ya'll
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
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