Lyrics:
in the zone, better hold ya own
'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I
I walk around with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I
I walk around with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I
How deep is your love
I be asking this question a lot
Man im just feeling high and above
Yea the real ones that's what I got
Cuz all of them hoes
I represent Southwest, Del-Ray Jefferson
Festival ridin', we deemed around the Mexican
Me and Violent J, we murder heroin addicts
With every
Child]
dynamite I'm tossin
hatas crossin
its da end bitch
you runnin into bullet proof
hoe, we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P
earsin niggas that
inhaling her smoke
(If you let me)
No Mary J. B. thats that marijuana
Wanna drown on purpose that p**** I want ha
Stay hitting her spot like that nigga Ken
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
was showin' love, pussy nigga, I'm the epitome
Killshot, never took a hand out from no one
I got it poppin' myself and I kept my dignity
Inspired by
J'me suis fait coffrer comme un naze, en gard'av' comme un trophée
J'déambule en ien-ch dans ma cellule
Négro j'repense au Sénégal, à l'île de
'bout who love me, I run it up
What the fuck they gon' tell me? My money up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (go)
I been runnin' that money
growth with self love
Showed me purpose
I wasn't perfect, I wasn't perfect
Just a nappy headed kid
Runnin' around the crib
I was a nappy headed kid
Running
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
what's up?
Legends, what's up?
Just love me baby just love me baby
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor
me
[Snoop Dogg]
Roll with me, S-N-double O-P
Mel-man where ya been O.G.
Tell me, the game'll never fail me
Ask J or my lil' homie Shelby
Uh, I cut em'
fine
(I f***ed 'round and hit it)
F***ed around and slipped and hit that p**** one mo' time
(I f***ed 'round and hit it)
And got caught up in
P.I.T., we got another one
Ain't nothin' sweet, this ain't no honey bun
Say that you got love, bitch, that's not enough
Staircase, know we goin' up
You know
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all
dynamite
Oh, kemosabe, more drip than Aquafina
Thought it was true love the first time I seen her
Pullin' black foreigns up by the fleet (by the fleet)
the P.J.'s, the heat waves
Kids play where heat sprays
Straight floods, no love, fake thugs
Draw blood with Four-Four snubs
Tear away your rug
Kids with
J'me suis fait coffrer comme un naze, en gard'av' comme un trophée
J'déambule en ien-ch dans ma cellule
Négro j'repense au Sénégal, à l'île de
rot
I keep pretty bitches choosin'
They love me, I'm really neat
If she wanna stick around, she gonna need to bring a few
Dom Pérignon, we gonna
Since diamond came around
Now she down with a team
[Grimm]
Now I'm down with Bobby Brown
But I love Al Green
Keep a sweet in my mouth and anotha in
fingers to debt
They keep askin me show sum love
But fuck em I rather tax
They keep tellin me to rest
Fuck et I need a check
Im up and I'm on deck
Shit I
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