Lyrics:
that (Fuck)
But for the bead & Bama omo we go chitty bang
Know me well you should know we bang
No gang
Too much on my mind but not enough in the bank
Now
and still he strives to stay alive
Feelin’ paranoia
Too much pride to stay inside
Ain’t no time to wait around
Find the safest place to hide
Drop a chopper,
Ayyerrr
Gordo mothafucker
Ha ha
CEO nigga
(Verse)
I had to stop waiting on my big dawgs and cook that shit myself
Cooking with a rusty hanger it
gon make it big hear them say my name
And I've been overseas in my head set me free getaway
I've been smoking too much again
And I can't get a break in
it's free real estate
I been tryna tell my mama "I got talent, way too much to waste"
Bang out when we see that bitch, them killers screamin' gang gang
a light
Bang, bang, all you see is a light
Mind is so long
Watch me step and slide
Come before the storm
Don't you waste my time
It's too much crime
It's
mama)
Too much ammunition, I ain't really with the drama (bah, bah, bah)
Block 19, I be runnin' with some gunners
Ain't shit stoppin' my grind, I'ma be
in a big ditch
Yeah yeah
Nigga if you can't tell
Fucking round with me
You gon end up in hell
We was copping big gas
Right by the Shell
It was just me
shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?
Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang
I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes
Stuffy-head, called for,
time. No more
We're going to have a fucking good time baby
It's going to be a fucking Big Bang honey
So what are we waiting for?
So what are we waiting
in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law, and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound
Too much, I
we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let it slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist
I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin,
love for Chico anybody else we do not vibe
I think niggas try to flip the old school shit too much
I think I put there like Mcnabb with a nice touch
I
even fatter when I’m
Never mind too much
I got big clip pull up magazine
See that Lil bad b**** and she looking right at me
See that Lil bad b**** she
I'm pulling up close range hoe
Bullets got names
But my gun silenced so it sounds the same so
I aim it at the lames
Im making moves
Big moves
Draw
Went from crocs to blood on my shoes
Wrist big drip it look like some ooze
I can't be worried bout what i don't got
You still broke with too much time
Why would you act slow? No, I'm not an asshole
Get your ass blown smooth off for doin' too much
Had it with the other niggas that was tryna move up
Soulmate
Twin flame
When everything is gone
We're all that will remain
We are
The big bang
Heaven and earth
She made him from herself
And nothing came before
to this reality
But it's filled with too much brutality
Too much fear and too much depression
Too much police and too much oppression
We talk about it in
death and can call it
We thugged out, low cut
Outlawz rush and royal flush
Bomb first kickin' dust out in Cali
But I ain't here too much
Make 'em pay
and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce,
in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law, and I'm from Tha Dogg Pound
Too much, I
much. You a peasant. You failed
Tried to snap me out, know your plan too well
You tried to hide yo intent, but it had a strong smell
Pee yew! (you)
Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, that's Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That's the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang (mind blown)
Now
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