Lyrics:
Got off house arrest, just sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes
Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too
Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank,
swisher sweets
In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat
It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons
House stupid dumb big, my rooms got
swisher sweets
In my black and orange charger, call it trick or treat
It ain't nothin' to a boss, my goons got goons
House stupid dumb big, my rooms got
of thee
Come in, come in, my own true love
And have a seat by me
It's been three-fourths of a long, long year
Since together, we have been
I can't
weight cause my jeans, they looking big
Baby look again, that's just the racks in my pants hoe
Just put money down, I'm moving to a new home
My life so
in that sauce y'all know we got that spice
Function don't start til we step into the trap house
Bars on deck, got lean and some good loud
We don't fuck
Phono input I stay grounded
Music surrounds it
Dolby as I walk by
I'm still a big yellow Sony walkman guy
Who's shipping and receiving so it's time
all Uptown in the party (uhhh)
'Cause Lord Tariq won't you come and get shit started?
Check it yo, I'm in the big black Bronco
Sippin' Rimmey
knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat
stacks but most discontinued
What's on the menu? Eat a rapper like butternut squash
Bark on a nigga with the blade out
Run up in your safe house, how
a Teddy bear
Just like plants lean to the side of the house
Where the sun shines brightly through
Folks say I have leanings that resemble you
I smile,
And throwin' up DoggHouse
[Hook: Nate Dogg]
WestCoast niggas and we all in yo house
Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out
Eastside ridaz and we all
of signing a big deal
18, and life looked so-so real
She was stuck wit a dude that was all bad news
And all he ever did was give baby the blues
But she was
of signing a big deal
18, and life looked so-so real
She was stuck wit a dude that was all bad news
And all he ever did was give baby the blues
But she was
Blue flags all around
Chitty chitty, gang gon' let it bang
Big glizzy, it stay tucked
Y'all pussy niggas know what's up
Forty thousand with a dub if one
like Waffle House, it's fallin up outta my pants
Big bro just got in to town already counted 5 bands
Told the bitch get in position, been workin' all
Cool niggas, fake friends
Bad bitches, big benz
Hunnit choppers, Hunnit men
Pop a bottles, Night ends
Cool niggas, fake friends
Bad bitches, big benz
I heard there was a rumor Too $hort was dead
Walked in the house and got shot in the head
I know you don't believe it, if you do you're wrong
How
I been on the road wit some killas
All about the money
So I keep a couple drug dealers
Big face Rollie on my wrist
New baguettes in it
Something like
you'll find Worksop
Where I lived when I was a lad
In a house with me Mam, two sisters and Gran
One brother, a budgie, and Dad
At the end of our street
No more a child, not quite an adult
Summer slowly crept by
Colorful hearts on the sidewalk in chalk
We'd laugh so hard we'd cry
Popsicles, bicycles,
talking nonsense
They live in big nice houses
They got security, and bodyguards
And people to take care of them
Its an illusion, you understand?
And all
Weed in your airway
Gurning on some Airwaves
Naykid on your airwave
Wave runners and bear BAPEs
Cocaine in your system
Traffic bricks in public
yours tonight
A house of smoke and mirrors
Hidden in the light
Colours turning gold and blue
Colours turning gold and blue
In your mind it has come
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