Lyrics:
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
your
By your-, by your buildin' and shit
I know he ain't down with your team
Who?
I don't know, some skinny lookin', big head nigga
You know what
On video to six foot shorty too my nigga
and yeah we headed up town nigga
blow after pound my niggaz puttin it down nigga
and yeah ridin big is my crown
goes down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a f**k
down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck
way
I'ma shoot em at the red lights Switchin' blocks and shootin' switches
If you snitchin' you get stitches Holdin' glocks with big extensions
Shoot
made, yeah, we playin' made
Makin' big plays on my way to the big stage
I'm from the South Valley, home's where it ain't no simpin
You know me, G-Reach,
was laid
Now we moanin' and groanin' screamin' and hollin'
All them super top notches, yeah, you'll see who they followin'
Big Dog will make you open
with holdin I got
You rollin contollin the masses
And once I'm finished patrollin them
Golden lyrics is blastin
By a nigga that insisted on givin it
chattin'
Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's brackin'?
Brackin', pull up in that, make you vanish
Look, shoot like Curry, holdin
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
and forth, we ain't doin' no walkin'
I stand on my words, I ain't doin' no barkin'
Faded, I'm on that sizzurp
Then I'ma light my spliff up
I'm a big dog,
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
get it ayee)
Bad lil bitch she a goat
Rollie on my wrist all gold
All this drip gon show
Big bank rolls like whoa
We get it 4Shit sho
Checc by checc I
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
You know Young Rich Niggas
You know so we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though
(If Young Metro don't trust
You know Young Rich Niggas
You know so we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though
(If Young Metro don't trust
streets alone"
And, I been told you that we both on
Now, you wanna let a broke nigga drag you to your grave?
I'm sorry, now, you on your own
Havin' my
We got it all from Heron to Fishscale
New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail
My style is flashy like a fiver strobes
Going around the globe,
Claim you got pregnant by T
But you fucked with some other niggas
While you sayin' he did
Lie on his name? Why you said it was K*****s
But bitch you
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