Lyrics:
make the gun charges
3 door coupe when I'm done talkin’
Who ya chick love, never once called her
In the driveway I'm not the one stalking
In designer
raw like Madonna on, PCP
B-IG, Frank White used to rock
Hand me down air nikes
Now I style proper, i gotta
Be laced in linen that's Versace
Polo
marching three by three
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
The ants go
third wheel one
By a random
Please don't
3am I'm dying
3am I'm flying
3am I'm crying
3am I miss you the most
R.i.p. the old J
Lily by the door way
R.i.p.
Hit me back when I wave
Everyone join the rave
Let me make a new way
Party people say hey
Let em fucking come at me
I want em in by the three
Yea line
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
and out no further 1 - 3- 4
Skip 2 to be sure
So
Where his brother at?
I know he'll have my back
Always down to jack
Both be on the smack
Yeah, I called
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle down the beat wit' a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental,
up feel the pain and peep the torture
I’m too grown I ain’t looking for no hoes nah
It’s traumatizing watch em people kick the door down
It’s sold now
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
missed a three
I’m consistently on the list of gs cause of the way I spit with ease
Always in the mix it’s a breeze never tripped or sneezed but I’m pissed
forget to tell her adios
I'm the man of the barrio, Foreign girls in and out the door
Pin her down blow her back out, Hair pulling now her track out
Dick
tongue
Lies through his brain
Even after three times he betrays me
Ah ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah ah spin
I'll bring him down, bring him down
Down
happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
and Chill is back with a funky track
Yeah, you know that
Hey, I got a 100 to spend
What's up on some Hen?
Yo, man, I'm with that
Let's roll down Compton
Von
Skilow be sleeping with a stick right by the door, it ain't no running up
Late night, we Crippin' on they bitch-ass, get down low, Drac' got
to hide Level two
I go right u go left
I’m staring
U pass me by
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up track me down
Refrain
Jaws go track me down
Jaws don't pass me
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
a call
To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause
I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done
Syndicate scorned, you act
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
call me up [phone ring] said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get
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