Lyrics:
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
handle the rest... shit
They say the game in trouble
Help on the way
Don't worry bout nothin'
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help
And to the fellas out there, you know how it goes
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
straight to the Bay
That's how we turn the game on, it's game on
Ty mama died, I was there, my nephew died, he was there
He in my house more than I be
by,
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you don't know 'bout
Every time you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't even
it, to get hard
Instead it is fast-going, coming fast
Brick by brick, I'm legoing, I built these bars
4am
I be smokin some dope
4am
You say start
Some shit never change, nigga
Uh-huh, yeah, ayy, yeah
Frank Muller, put one, two to your medulla
Oblongata, there is none hotter
I'm so in love
droppin' dimes
Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red wise
Niggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed
But nothin', we gotta ride
gonna do it just do it
There ain't nothin to it
There ain't nothin to it
I try to tell em too many times
Now I do this by lonely every time
I ain't never
gonna do it just do it
There ain't nothin to it
There ain't nothin to it
I try to tell em too many times
Now I do this by lonely every time
I ain't never
the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
but it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
and every fucking concert
there's
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house ? shit whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke
it)
I was right there, still can't believe it (damn)
Shit turned me to a demon (yeah)
Police ask me, I ain't seen nothin' (uh-huh)
Back to back hits
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
Bentleys
I'm fresh outta Philly, you know we ain't runnin'
I see these niggas talk shit on the internet
Catch 'em in traffic, I know it ain't nothin'
I
Used to have to scrape to get by (yeah)
Now my community's gated and I
Made it and my neighbors say hi (say hi)
I'm givin' 'em pounds, I'm upscale now
against
Last of the realest life, talk shit, see how real it get
We ride abide, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starving and trying to get by
But
know what it is
So high on a night like this
Cant tell me nothin I know what it is
Imma keep postin
Imma keep boastin
4 By 4 I'm loaded
Im talkin
been down the road that wasn't already paved
Some shit I don't remember, it's somethin' I never forget
Ain't nobody give me nothin', ain't nobody tell
the record, on the record
Master P can back it up
E-40 said 1 Luv
But it's the same shit every state, every city, every club
And every fucking concert
There's
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