Lyrics:
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
to the street top
I stay heated in case a
Bitch nigga wanna get greeted
By the South Klique with
AK's creepin my city
Ain't no need for no conversation
Why you
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Pimp C]
Smoke somethin', bitch!
A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Young Pimp, know what we doin'? (Texas!)
[Chorus: Pimp C]
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)
[Lac]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They
wanna see
The things that I see
But you look beyond my faults
And saw my needs
And doubting you
Is no way to repay you
I gotta get my faith up
And lay up
what it's hitting for? Shawty
What it's hitting for?
Baby, I'll give you what you need
You don't need to learn your alphabet
To know that I'm a G
Cause
right, while I'm bendin' curves in his 'Lac right
What was he thinkin' in thinkin'
He must be out his mind
Gotta be prankin' and stankin'
Crooked
know what it is, I'm all the way in it
Only way up out it, a nigga gotta get it
Nigga, you ain't made one sale
They know I'm grindin', Menace ridin' like
bunch
Everybody want to talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin'
Yo' lookin ass
Yeah
Open my mind, look, tell me what you see
Hurt, pain, that I gained from the streets
It's a dirty game, but it won't change me
Keep on hustlin'
Can't stop gotta claim what's mine
If I lose my grip on the game
No more bud, no more cash, no more dames
Keep on hustlin'
To the back of the 'Lac now
All around the world, no matter where you at now
I can't wait to give you what you want
Girl, you know you bad
Like the mic's
never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk
to carry big things, if you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Betta be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
as the rain
Yeah
The song is by some groovy cats
If you can dig
The cats, you can dig the song
Yeah, I can really dig how these cats get down with
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
4 flats
On the lac I rode that
I can't cut em no slack
I'm grinding but you know that
I gotta bring that gold back
& I need the whole bag
Look I
you been slippin'
So get on yo P's and Q's nigga, need to pick and choose nigga
Fo' flats on the lac, no engine I'ma still ride for you
And you know
can do?
No matter what it is I can make it come true
Never gave da Benz the Ferrari or the Lac
Tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that?
fly by ya
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dick, with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard
With the beat pumped up
Discuss these what i need by the lacs Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In