Lyrics:
Table teaspoons
Fake goons with balloons shit it out
Make room
How them niggas ate strait tunes yo
Horror flick scriptures
Godfather flicks
Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz)
[Daz]
I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with
They already know not to play with the Playa
Fuck around and get sprayed by the Playa (Lord, help me)
Pull the strap out, pop 'em with the gat gat
Fuck
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
to slack
Gotta stay on track
Didn't pack a strap
Can't forget the snack
Started with a crew
LNH was true
Had a bigger view
Couldn't fit my shoe
K E coming
y'all, let's rock
Ni**as wasn't rocking with me when I needed help (naw)
Now a ni**a shining, I done did it by myself (my damn self)
I done earned my
asking for forgiveness
Reconciliation how ironic we been waiting
Seven day vacation with a trip out to Jamaica
Telling me be patient yo I'm patient as it
befo I had a I bin
I knew how to strap my nuts on and go and stack ah 10
Bitch we going past ah 10
Tomorrow we be back re up and then we back again
strap
Who really ready for combat
Going to war with my teflon and my hard hat
Go head and act drunk ill have you leaking that cognac
Hennything possible
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
em' in the dome yeah my trigger finger 'itchy (It's itchy)
Rollin' down yo block with a stock he tryna lick me
When he ask me how much for a feature I
the yay-yo couldn't get the money back
[Capone]
So where you at?
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Meet me uptown, by the polo ground
Strapped with the vest, plus I
know it's prey out there
Might be a food fight
I bury you cock-a-roaches till the tomb tight
God bless the dead, gesundheit
You won't catch me with yo
gold on my flesh
Ready to bust yo jaw
I'm an outlaw
California outlaw
With the strap on my hip
Ready to bust on y'all
I'm an outlaw
California outlaw
Got
In the streets got my heat with nobody else
Got a rocket in my pants for somebody else
Niggas gone tweak got the strap by my fucking belt
Ion need
with the mic and you want to flip
I`m the rap bounty hunter and it`s time to get yo ass whipped
Yeah, I`m comin' from the streets, pop
And please
Fetty Wap "wontchu come my Way", If you a bad chick and you 'bout yo' biz, Come & chill with my clique
You can ride my wave
Come here Baby Girl, Know we
[Intro/Chorus:]
4 pound, hit you up with rounds
Leave a man down
Wrappin on a rat
The Infamous nuff said (Enough said motherfucker)
and when it
but know who you full with
Snakes don't live in the grass they either at yo table or in the pulpit
Ain't been to church but I handle the pump
Two straps on when I pop out
Touching a lot now
Brody on go I say the word & get you shot down
Look
Let me know, what's going on?
What you mean by
con niggas in the game today
Yo, what if Jordan never had Scottie?
What if Sammie never ratted Gotti?
What if New York without Giuliani?
What if
to aim, and them bullets never got a name
Bad rep, man they call my city Hellport
You better scrap or keep a strap like JanSport
Might get bodied by
Kurupt, Young Gotti
I'm fuckin somethin' in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin' real
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
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