Lyrics:
through
And what do we do
When we're all dressed up and in the mood
We step
To what
A steppers groove
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
lines of drink had to drop three
My last line spoke to me why not me
Like the last line was really talking to me
Like, why you ain't pour me up
Like what
all the convicts and let the killas ride with us
Yeah, let's fuck some shit up and get rid of-
The Law of course voluntarily or by force
This shit just
for da times I was chased round da road signs
Three times for da peace sign
Four times for the fo fo tucked by da do side
Five times, and I'm still live
that's just for us
Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
Mista Nightridah's creepin up by the minute, sky's the limit
Super-duper storm trooper, gotta watch my back like Martin Luther
See me comin wit my
Thick sucking ass hood nigga, you gon' drown in hate
A nigga that does not know Draco, that's a 9K
Fuck around and set his ass up on a blind date
Stay 100 to the core, feeling like Wilt
You can knock me down, but I stand tall like Stilts
I’m dressed to the nines, I ain’t talking bout kilts
I speak
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me
eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it
Step by step there's nothing to it
1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love
the nine two times
With a machine no gym
Tryna put him in the sky
Make an opp boy fly
Get whacked by mine
Where them at, where them be, where
through
And what do we do
When we're all dressed up and in the mood
We step
To what
A steppers groove
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
through
And what do we do
When we're all dressed up and in the mood
We step
To what
A steppers groove
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
niggas bitin' our beats givin' me reasons to flex,
Even though they know, when we catch 'em we gon bag 'em,
Tie them clowns up, 3rd Ward style, commence
Sixty four plus five that makes sixty nine
Games galore yeah its game time
Sixty nine
So put that disk in and put my skills to the test
I'll put my
a robbery, can't remember him
Was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor
Who left stocks for me
Two little
it's us
Twenty three
Table full of Henney
You know it's us
Hennessy
Pull up in the club
You know it's us
Know it's us
Dressed in all black
You know it's
Now this all started in a honky tonk
Just the other side of town
A girl come in took a stool by me
Ordered gin and drank it down
She lit up a cigarette,
a part of who your gonna grow to be what will be your destiny So many lanes you can go down but bows the time to work it out
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By being
ahead of the fed troopers doing things I shouldn't tell
My head is Lex Luther, I think I'm gonna get locked up for bail
But I am not a bad man, I rap with
Dressed up in some B when it's wintertime
Dress up in Dior and some Number Nine
Hit the club, bussin' twelves
And It's pouring time
BNO flexed up ten
she a 3, is she a 9? only God knows now (she got me buzzin)
Mannie fresh, I feel fresh right now
Shorty's Special K make her waist slim down
Half a pint
I'm bleeding
I come back to life like it's the day of the dead
Skeletons in my closet
Set it up, three, two, one, go
Who's gonna get to the finish line
All the smokers and the hoes calling my line
State troopers in the back of my nine-nine
Main thing going through the back of my mind
Had to wonder
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