Lyrics:
to reality by a toot of a horn
Smoke everywhere, oh just what we needed
On the way to shop my demo, and the car overheated
Feelin real low, low enough to die
talkin bou if you go talkin u missin
Nigga that the rules that we learned by yeh
Never love her she’ll desert ya
Just kick her to curbside
I po’d a 4 now I
I am swimmin' in money
And pullin' yo' chick and I dip it in honey
I'm baggin' them bitches you niggas is bummy
I know what it is, holdin' it in
got a ten, holdin my stack of big Benz
Correographer causin your funky dope maneuver (say what?)
Bad Boy represent, keep it sewer
Killin You Softly wit
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
dump I don't miss
X holdin this, I'm never losin faith or focus
So say what you gotta say, every day a holiday
We don't blow the roof, we blow
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
Any wins and loss
Was all mine
Facts
I never ran from a plug
Facts
Never had to jux my own plug
Facts
Even big homie the outlet
Big facts
Never a bum
of wanda
Out in the city she wander
Calling me knight yeah I conquer
Into the night we unleash
I am thief but I speak
Elegant music is celibate so I go
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
get out of my lane
You just not moeshy enough
See me in the dance I'm holdin' the cup
By the end of the night
Might roll with a slut
I love my team
plus being surrounded by real niggas was my big thrill
Cause I was walked up by stand-up niggas from 56 Ville
They helped me get my cheese up love my
getting slapped
I get a couple ki's turned them into crack
And listen them so we could count the by the hundred stacks (99)
So if you need word then
a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
wishin' we could bring them
Back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit
Da old time clique
Holdin' nines, thoughts of death
Not our lives we risk
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the way to go get it
Fuckin' my bitch, my strap in her kidney
All of my shootas, they holdin' 550
I'm ready for war, nigga what's
We got one more song
I wanna thank you all for sharing this very special moment with us
Remember to dream big, anything is possible
I'm Brian O'Shea
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
speak in a moment
It's been a minute, I was feedin' the homie
(Where the hell you been then, little bruh?)
Holdin' it down, keep my niggas afloat
(Oh,
the drive-by complete (*Gun Shot*)
I know you've been told, we got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
The drive-by complete (Gun Shot)
I know you've been told
We got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'
And break it on down just a little once again
Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice
when they up in their pajamas
Got big dollars,
My bitch need Prada
We be countin' commas with the plug from the product
This shit be poppin', this shit
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