Lyrics:
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
a storage cross town when lights seven mo rise
Touchin side, that Grand Theft Auto life
Rollin up in my safe house, I'm lookin down
Done it by my design
Ridin' round with the boys, cruising downtown
Turn them speakers up while we cruising downtown
Trynna make some noise while we cruising downtown
(Jumping bumping round that place)
They come up to me cause they wanna break me
But my Maker gave me strength to decimate'em
Put'em in their places, crush'em
Make it rain, when it pours we flood, cover your system
Intuitive, straight up, avoided you by instinct
You could take cover, dodge radar detection
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
She walking round with her nose up
Vertical
Let me see if I can buss it up
Terminal
Girl let me see if I can cut ya baby
Surgical
Girl I
Lets get
I'ma get it bouncing like a B ball by Wade
Look, this is what the fuck I'm doing I just need a drink and music
Drown up in that swimming pool and let
to a lime
I rock the old school style and it's futile
To step up, cause you'll get swept up
Like dust, or I just might bust and unload my clip
Unless you're
Pull up to the crib we walk to the house
I’m feeling her vibe I’m loving her style
Loving her style I’m loving her style
Gave her that look she told
beater by the second and we always hit all net
By the gross is what we net, I think Nike sending checks
Like gymnast gotta flex, I’m on the westside hit up
sayin?
Well it takes style, charisma, class
Fuck up on the Lover, and I bust your ass
So next up, movin down the line
Mister Cee
[Mister Cee]
Yo,
I need a girl who'll ride for me (Keep her self real fly)
Damn near die for me (Staying by my side)
Go to court for me (Stand up and cry)
Pay my
I am a man, man man man, up up in the air
And I run around 'round 'round 'round this town town
And act like I don't care
So when you see me flying by
chills up the spines of them low key swine's that's gone squeal
Rather be carried by 6 then judged by 12
Niggas telling tall tales just to bail out of jail
Double cup squirt and some DJ my shit
I fuck it up, I stay prepared
Kappa and white tees is all that I wear
LV cologne, I move alone
Pull out the style
up while I'm breakin' you down
You gon' knock out by the end of this round, oh
You got me speechless, girl, that pussy no punk (that pussy no punk)
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
wanna copy the wave (yeah), they wanna copy the style too
I done made 'em go dat way, bougie bitch acting brand new (bitch)
Flex up (flex up), racks up
on a nigga he keep talking
Real thugga you can tell by how i'm walking
I'ma love her til' i'm dead i ain't gon' cross her
running circles round tryna' make
wonder why they coming for me
Lately I've been moving kinda funny
But I don't really want nobody round me
Everywhere I pass they be like 'there he go'
I
whole eep a money so me mada Can rich and
Dweet by myself pan nobody we nuh depends
Me dawgs dem loyal me know dem Nah switch and
Change up di game me
outside[00:33.81]Actin' up, actin' up[00:35.39]Cause people get jealous and wish you to die[00:37.15]Mask it up, mask it up[00:38.62]So I gotta be real when they stick by
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