Lyrics:
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
wheeling hittin switches in the parking lot
Cali caliente
Weather famous or not
We smoking killa cali dank and you puff it a lot
Cali caliente
Where you
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, you gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, you gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
I'll never do a song with you
Not even if your baby moms fucked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say no, no is no, no
the realness, I ain't got no love for you
That's why I'll never do a song with you
Not even if your baby moms fucked the crew
And promised to give us head
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
give a fuck
It was like a nigga rushed
Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
She call me daddy like a nigga puff
Just play
Yeah it don't stop baby, it don't stop
Yo yo yo yo yo uh
1, 2 it don't stop 1, 2 it don't stop
Like this, like this
We gon' hit y'all like this it
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
on your buzz, gotta live crazy
Finest females I spit game on, I sprayed her
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your papes on, play on playa
Get your
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
that's okay know where you live
Like the big bad wolf pull up take a puff I'm blowing sticks
Think that you gonna get up on me? well I think not
I got
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
Test test test test test
Testing 1, 2, 3
Testing 1, 2!
Uhh!!!
Dis immediate
Need to edit it
Love with a dead fish
Now I'm regretting it
Out
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
"Daddy, I don't want none"
I've had enough of you actin' tough
You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff
Talk about a battle, but you don't want
remind me of a bitch
That I, once knew
Do you mind if me and my
Crew slide, by two
(Round ten, Round ten)
'Cause you remind me of a bitch
(Cause we about
The Honeybugs dug and licked the honey dew
The sun, the kiss, the funk for a bliss
The lips with the soul and some jazz for ya hips
The puff, the buzz,
a nigga rushed
Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
She call me daddy like a nigga puff
Just play your role and you can live it
the trigger do
Stupid ass nigga you
I'm getting' bigger through
Constant elevation
Stay patient, one day I'll rule the nation
Live on your radio station, locin'
the crew (Facts)
I've got ties man yeah I'm slimy like some goo (Slatt)
Roll the grass all in a fat Bambu(puff puff)
To the other side, I just had a break
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