Lyrics:
them frozen like a vegetable
Westwood whats really good in
The hood my dude? And I've got the drop top
You see me driving through
I get them chopped
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
just strive, know who he is
I strive to be it
My father's the king, I'm a prince
That's how I see it
Travel revolutionary roads
Live by samurai code
Got
'Cause y'all niggas always into somethin'
I got my new box crew we roll out on a Sunday
Not knowin' if we gonna live 'til Monday
Lookin' for bud
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
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
of this game to stay alive.
[Chorus x2]
Always wanted things always wanted cash.
To Live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass.
Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta
worthless our lives are to the justice system
I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard
[Verse Two]
N****z with knowledge is more
the whole crew fuck
But I'm goin' back home on a Monday
Had to do a hundred on the one way
My side bitch said she finna pull up
Well good luck, wifey go
lit
She two-timing n****s like the '92 Blue Jays
The crew fades, dead or in jail, peddling cane
I am no pure saint, to tell him he can't live how he can
literally, literary literature
Six slippery Seals slippin silently ashore
Sally sold seashells down by the seashore
Sold two shells but couldn't see to sell
Ray Dogg:
It was 1987/tha year we drop Notorious it's all good/
we already gettin' that props in our neighborhood/
just then our crew would
of a boxing match
Marine biologist looking for a shark to catch
Work or starve I want sirloin steak
I wanna live large and I got what it takes
It takes two
(crew)
I'm back makin eyes with the beautiful baddie across the room (phew)
I'm Ichabod Crane we not headless (nah)
We givin good toppy, we fuckin
from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' til the early
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherf***ers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
(KE on the track)
No Ceilings
Okay
I got this chrome on this Bugatti
I'm strong in this Bugatti
2 V8's ain't no such thing as driving calm in
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself,
the same
From the bad to the good
My neighborhood is to blame
You were raised by your TV sitcom's cheesy
Lucy, Ricky, George & Weezy
Monica, Chandler,
and the vandals
Yo I'm the one more souped up than Campbells
Why? Cause I got the gats good and plenty
For the 1-2-2 you and the 120
So go and bring your crew
The weekend is made for the crew aye!
You want it to be lit my line you hit cause that's what we do 2x
My prescence is a resonance, I come through like
I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name
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