Lyrics:
my niggas get big lace
Big homes and big Bentley's coup and star chrome
[Snoop Dogg]
We rolling through the wild wild west
No respect
Posse
And then they signed the Backstreet Boys and Britney
It's a pop label, what the fuck they want with me?
Forget R. Kelly, I'ma do that rippin' out
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
as black as I wanna be
I'm asshole of the year
And I'm living for when the crowed yells
There's smoke up in air
Machine guns in the background
These fuck
thousand dollar machines
Capital B with the wings
Flyin' in a flying spur
Grippin' on a iron berg, I in hurr
Shorty in dem designer, jeans
Damn, baby you
the store first to cop rubbers
Got lawyers on retainer if one of these cops touch us
I ain't feeling what they did to Kelly Thomas
Keep guns on us so
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
This the grill what up get em Pace
Lets get 'em in
Girls are like little boys
I'm Michael Jackson I touch em
Guns are like flat tires to
Me I fricken'
you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"
[Wild Child]
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
still popping off
No gun though
Call me the wild west, I just struck gold
Yeah, I'm dripping like an oasis
I see you staring at me, don't play sis
Put
imitated perfect must die
Farewell Angelina, the sky's flooding over, and I must go where it is dry
Machine guns are roaring, puppets heave rocks
in heels, not Kelly
Show the niggas quick in the Bay, Steph and Clay
That boy talk a good game, but he ain't even got 20K
Hell broke ass nigga, go
first is the dominant
Click clack like a stick running along a fence
You ever see a crowd run when they hear a loud gun
The fears a wild one when you know
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
boy yeah
small shy boy
but now we're playing
with our fingers on the reggae machine and we're playing it all night until the next day morning
no
a stain
I done lost it all got nothing to
Lose I make my llama bang
Niggas say it's beef and I don't see
It I just see 50 packs 50 him
50 him by the night
window roll down and that AK come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun 'til you run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gon'
window roll down and that AK come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun 'til you run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gon'
Alright
Hahahahahahaha
They see her by day, she's humble and nice
Think she would be every mother's dream
But she's not a sheep, she's a wolf in
(They wanna see alot of me)
So I hate when I talk to my boy from penn and he aks
Like "cuz you've forgotten me"
I aint got time to shit,let alone
get sprayed up
I got drums, nigga, I promise you I ain't humble
I don't give a fuck, 'cause my gun work, plus I can rumble
Boy, you just a rapper, if
Y'all better leave that boy alone
'Cause if they don't
You know they going come back on 'em
And they don't want him to come back strong
I
that mop
Mum saw me leave my yard with my mask on
She asked when will it stop?
And I told her never
Out here applying that pressure
Real gun driller, no
bitch tried to play me got my glock and then I merked shit (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I'm like ace I rock your girlfriend by the way I'm working
Tried to act like
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