Lyrics:
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never get to know, so I carry on
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
My words to my
LA flavor, homie
My life is stranger than most
Bet you couldn’t represent just step back
Let that cross or get bent back
Hush, nigga, you talk too
Uh, let's go
Uh, let's go, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uh, let's go, uh, let's go
I just like, need Phonte to write me a intro
That's what I need from
the 2Pacalypse
Ooohh that's very good
Remember the last to have the
Challenger from the phone ringing
Eat the package mane
And I'm Shock G and this
Two it's time
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
there/Pistol on the counter chopper by the stairs/I be makin' fee I be makin' fare/Get it poppin ni**a we can take it anywhere
Verse 2:
Get it poppin' ni**a we
Intro
Yea hanh (yea)
Apples and oranges eating fruits in a new foreign
Beej just dropped 2 tapes, let em keep snoring
Music streams coming by the dub,
blaze me if it be like that (get me nigga!)
They got some issues with views I got (uh huh)
I carry pistols when I cruise my block (lets ride!)
Its uh
that
I live and die by my respect so I honor the code
Peep niggas who be out here flexing, stunting for hoes
And if you ain't never chose to remember
hurt his balls on that play, Tony. Don't you? He's holding
Them. He must've hurt them, by God." and the other 2-way word that
Goes with that one is Prik.
dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared,
Ball like us
Intro:
I got that money you can’t fold up and put in ya pocket ya dig
That’s the cash I’m talking bout u know what I mean
Y’all cats
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's
scars of life, every tear, every wrong that I've done, all my emotions in my
Pistol as I'm grippin' on my gun, scar from life, never knowin' who
by four for four bar intro (talk vibes 8)
Yeah baby We getting guap in the city
Niccas gettin busy w/ 2 - 3 hanging around / they follow the sound
jump off this ship
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
Get off my dick, get off my dick
and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his
vehicles full of them pistols
That's carried by niggas that shoot outta windows
That don't give a fuck that'll blow outta rentals
These niggas is sweet, they
joint crank fool)
Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' (uh)
I'm strapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip
he hit you so i shot him
Fucked around and out him
Pistol to his noggin
Yeah that's right i bowed him
You my queen call me slim
Fucking when we riding
I let you know, how I do it round here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my
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