Lyrics:
conceited, she gotta reason
She got her hair did, she got her weave in and I'ma sweat that out
By the evening you, I don't sweat that now I gotta new
Come
conceited, she gotta reason
She got her hair did, she got her weave in and I'ma sweat that out
By the evening you, I don't sweat that now I gotta new
Come
said yes
Flashing lights and dollar signs
You can feel the rush it's hard to pass by
The pressure's on, I felt the heat
Time and time again you left me
barely hear
All that shit you rocking, boy that was last year
GOAT's here, niggas steer my style like a stop deer
Pump fear
To you bitches heart, Suge
Tryna soothe my brain with my
Money or my mind besides busting rhymes
I'm real good at doing crimes
Infected with the code of the
Street and gang signs
when I close my eyes
Tryna convince me to stop getting high
Lung had collapsed a nigga almost died
Felt so alone had no-one by mysids
Ptsd from the shit
And still pay the dividend when you chill on the internet
Yeah you really are a
West Stop
You lucky I have an inner voice now
You lucky I'm gonna find some
the east and the west
It's just a Player Holiday
Today's the day the Players play
So you better be on your way
(On your way, your way)
Now it's
Red lips on lookin' bright, quite vivid
I've been riding with lil shawty through the west side
Feelin on me so I'm runnin through the red lights
When
a piece
I'm lonely
West or the East
Come for me, hold me
Certain nights I can only
Feel like love won't stop in front of me
And all I got's not enough for
there on the west side
Come on oh-oh (x5) hey yo yo check this out
(Starang)
I go by the name of Mr Starang
Get back gimme room let me do my thang
Jam, where we don't make stars
We just sign 'em, uh-huh, that's what's up, Big Sox
[Method Man]
I'm on the grind... (can't wait to shine)
Fuck
guaranteed is a casket
Keep my life on drive automatic
Gotta brother out west he bracking
Live your life on the low stop flashing
Want it all go get it stop
feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer
nd west Texas highway transients
t dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible
sider rider
Ridin out by the beach until the day is complete
I won't stop, no can over the prop flow
I was snot nose kid, I had the potholes
In my
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
shy
But he can't stop now
'Cause she might give in
Just stole second base
She said slide on in
We were halfway home
When she gave the sign
Let my
yesterday, I don't see no better way
If it's mula that'll be made till Saturday
I'll be there on the dot, I ain't never late
I won't sign by the dotted
gonna go dim and cry, why!?!
Cause you leading the masses to die
And think your asses won't happen to fry
By making your dead god come ∆l¡ve
With death
The aftermath, a second growth
The period immediately following an unusual event
This is brought to you by the makers of funky music
Coming directly to you from
the east and the west
It's just a Player Holiday
Today's the day the Players play
So you better be on your way
(On your way, your way)
Now it's
here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West
Cuz I’m standing by that stop sign
Iont wanna worry bout my Niggas Dying
Man I hate to see they fucking Momma cry
It break my heart
Just to see my
used to walk to school wit 6 shots just let off 33
Why he dissin on lil bro we never heard of em
Imma walk down ski mask like it's a burglary
Headshots
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