Lyrics:
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had his turn
Now it's my
the ride
'Cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you
the opps
Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs
Nah
(Okay, yeah)
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah (G.Ry got me)
Bitch, you have never said a clever line
got this MAC on and you better stay in that corner
'Cause shit can turn into that song except I don't give a fuck what day it is
I'll have this club
Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid mothefuckers don't get me,
Now take a look inside my mind
That Pen' time made
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
Forty Five! What a stupendous lady!
You don't get many of those to the pound!
Oooh! Kick em over your shoulders!
Double top, boogie on down, Bristol is my
music white boy can't hear you
You're weakenin' fast, yo! And I can tell it
Your body's gettin' hot, so, so I can smell it
So don't be mad and don't
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
to the backstabber mirrors on my shoes for
The skirt and dagger but girls will be boys life is not a toy
Playing games in the street will get you slain over beef watch
don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchise!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
fam
I swear I can't wait 'til my broski lands
You don't want us to get this call
We're doing our duties in Transit vans
I was on them sides when my
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
Live in this muthafucker!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, EDI, Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch
The whole muthafuckin' clique
We gon' hit
beneath the New York moon
Pounds as we dip, increase these New York tunes
It's the universe I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self don't say that exists
her
Then she tell you to stop cryin and don't cuff her
I convince a girl to strip down with no muscle
Went out to the a and took a dime to know Usher
And if you don't call Michael Jackson
And don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes
No matter what they say, I got more props than
because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School artists don't always burn
You're just another rapper who's had his turn
Now it's my
Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid muthafuckas don't get me...
Now take a look inside my mind
That Pen' time made me
(Chump I throw up the semi on a nigga yeah!)
You 'gon make them boys dump
It's like that for real
It's like that for real
Yeah shorty wild, tre pounds
over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
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