Lyrics:
That's the sound of the man
Cockin’ that thang - that thaaaang
That's the sound of the man
Clappin' that thang - thaaang
Yo, in my hood we was taught
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need
hood
Run up the score
They don't want war got young niggas hitting only four times four
Got them getting low in Four by fours, no Wendy's you get four
[Chorus: Ca$his]
Rollin it up, (up, up) loaded as fuck/ (fuck, fuck)
Smokin it up, TNL ridin, we don’t give a fuck/ (TNL!)
Rollin it up, (up, up)
Never had to take the .9 off safety
Every feind that I seen was glad to pay me
5-0 ridin' by
Wavin' high
Without the bright lights from the ghetto
the streetz vocal cord
The heatz out the posta boy
And i ain't won a damn thang on 106
But i'm the hoods posta boy flow 4 yall
I'm that nigga come thru in
too much, I get blankin'
'Bout a hundred million, when I get a visit
I can't let no nigga trick me through no Twitter mention
Gotta leave the hood
Springs in that pot, cook up the Os perfect (talk to 'em)
Jackboy sniffin' my fifty until his nose hurtin' (sniff)
Comin' through the back blocks, ridin
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas
toters)
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin' (hood rich, motherfucker, get money)
I'm all, I'm all about my paper (or die, bitch)
I'm all, I'm
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear
Bentley outside by the ice cream truck
Just ride through the hood
better
Ridin' high gripping wood
Ass on the softest leather
Oh, y'all some scary dudes? Man
I ain't afraid of you murder you
Crack a brew and watch it
make 'em stand up
Runnin' around actin' tough but you not, boy
Where the cold bitches looking for the hot boys?
Fifty in the glizzy, I run my city
I
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
you ain't doin' shit
Walkin' round, talkin' loud, still ain't got into it yet
We be on that hood shit, you know how we do a bitch
Nigga walk up
Blaze
Move into the hood with all the OG's
That help me get paid homie, we a unit
Doin it how a gangsta do it, Run through it
And stampede the block like
listen to the drill sergeants
Marching through the 50z
The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z crush!
Yup, the Philly cap with
wanna see me framed
You can't feel my hurt by staring through my window pane
All of my role models was dealing cane
Product of my environment, that's just
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
I'm Caddillac'n Through The Hood, Sittin' On 24's
T.V's Playin, Rim's Spinin, Blowin' Plenty Dro
A couple days later they was
Postin' this nigga candlelight
He wasn't even from the hood
He was from Sterling Heights
Finna knock a nigga out and go viral
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
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