Lyrics:
the pins in the lock
Everything crushed beneath that tick tock
From amusement parks down to office blocks
Ready to rock, you know with EDC
Always by my side
nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three days since the living room
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
I realized it's
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five
Cali caliente
Where the chicas are hot and
My niggas bring them bitches when they come to the spot
Cali caliente
Where the game is locked
Three
see that '88 SS Monte Carlo
Power locks and doors got to watch the road
Got a hundred forty four spoke down in the block hoes
Down the top goes I live
(Drillin')
We was on the field and the no go ends
While you're chilling with your mum at home
(Home, home, home)
Three man up in a four door Benz
While you're
From da city
Full of chrome go gettas
Teflon n bullet proof on
Road setters
Gunchesta got a city Full of barrettas
They live by da sword
Mad man's
One night
When me and my mom was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had heard three gun shots
It was
move
Now everybody know I'm a fool that's on a come up move
Bitch I thought'cha knew I'm from that 1-2-3
From that Nolia, still a soldier down with
A lion bloody in the streets (streets)
Three-fifths of a man shooting waist-end, tell me when it cease (bah-baow-baow)
Great-grandma came from Africa
clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,
clothes get torn
By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen
Made 'em lust, now I must
Rush out the back door, in-to the alley
Girls in pursuit,
, heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
Sunshine gon' come with rainy days, Codiene take the pain away
Kobe at the three, while down by two, Dwayne gon' fade away
I know they hate I made
and a twenty
I pulled out the 3 ones cause it was the least that I could do
Rolled down my window half way and called for the man
He was sitting now looking
with my 116 clique representing to you
We just want to put it down for the Lord Jesus Christ
City to city and state to state,
we keep running into more
she needed a new plan
She had me up on three felonies
Caused by a severe case of jealousies
And to feed her desire for injustice
An appetite for
Draw down with that Tec and bleed
I'm rockin' v-neck with V's (VVS's)
I pull up with a bitch and let her rip it real rapid
We live by the codes
Harvey col' suitin' in his finest plaid sport coat
Knockin' on the door and col' clearin' his skinny throat
A bag he's totin' from his shoulder chock
already knew
That I'll keep you going
And the World War III and the World Series
Will make the same size headlines in the news
From all I've seen
build more on Heaven's shores
Been through hell with mac elevens
Kicking down Heaven's doors
My defense fuck the world
Motherfuckas should of feed us more
Aw man, know I had to hit 'em with a part three real quick
Let me talk to 'em
I started writing this shit during deep contemplation
Inspired by my
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
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