Lyrics:
our son's first cry
Oh, this ain't nothin' new
Sweetheart, I'll wait for you'
He didn't stop all day to eat a bite
And he finally got there around
bath, and you ain't nothin' but tub bait
No political justice not even the judge safe
If his ass can't swim he get a closed case
We need our own space,
ho
Put this pistol on your forehead, then I bang it on your dome (like my bitch, yeah)
Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (get in there
a million, do the Running Man (bands)
Your baby momma ain't nothin', what you nutted in? (Nothin')
You want smoke "Uh-, uh-," got you stutterin' ("uh-, uh-")
like reality, there'll
Never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Niggas get high off
like reality, there'll
Never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets
Even on the other side brothers die, but ride
Niggas get high off
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
like Rican dolla bands
Only thing I take serious is garments and money
And late periods, there she is
Screamin in a two by two, too fly two seater
Too
throw in the towel
You say if I'm yours then I could have it all
He just say the words, and he can rest assure
There's nothin' in this world that I
an iced-out clock
Shawty, yeah, you got one shot
Hen-dog, we ain't drinkin' on Scotch
Lil' bitch gotta slop my top
Took the top off the coupe, chop-chop
a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC, VVS's is in the watch
Livin' fast where it's all about that money bag
Never front, you take it there, it ain't no comin'
ain't worry bout 'em
Woke up to that paper, that paper I'm chasin'
Peddle to the metal for the cash, I be racin'
Suzy six speedin', no there ain't no
got 'em fooled)
I triple up, pour up my cup and it's all 'tussin
And my coupe got nitro and all dat
So we smokin' these niggas like kush
Yeah,
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
turn fact to fuel
Fifty-two, like action news
Action starts by grabbin' cards
Makin' sure they're all there
Next part sayin' what's up to Grandpa
By
pants droppin like leaves in autumn
And you can fly with me
If you ain't about it then it's fine by me
I've got options a through z
No pocket watching
I
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
There ain't no other like my niggas know we 1of1
If that's my brother, yeah, we fightin', ain't no one on one
said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't
Shit without me"
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe
Look like it's poutin' i do what I do
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
everything is gourmet
And we eatin hood now you ain’t got nothin to say
All I said on my mind but the money on me
I would rather have the love if there ever
is weak
Cuz you only got them there
To 'Say Yes' like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't
Impressed by ya poetry
You're the place you're supposed
Plus another half a million, do the Running Man (bands)
Your baby momma ain't nothin', what you nutted in? (Nothin')
You want smoke "Uh-, uh-," got you
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