Lyrics:
bhi
Solo hi zone
Diss you on the phone
2-3 punchline give you chill to the bone
And I'm staying true to the core
Like a Honda 4-door
That I didn't
Chorus
Yo we puttin in this work/ we put 'em in the dirt/ the pastor still preachin/ all up in the church Pallbearers put your fuckin body in
Shooters in yo windows like its a Dell
Chopper sing HELLO like it was Adele
Smile in yo face but he want you to fail
These demons won't get me no they won't
[Intro - Daz]
Man, nigga (?) is tore up, knahmsayin?
Shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that music down
Yeah-yeah, why'knahmsayin?
Let's jack these
Claimin gang
Like y’all is not the O
Can’t go tic fa tac
But we gon leave a tag
Right by yo toe
Bullets got a name
Fa everybody
They all gotta go
But we
the wraith out
Red guts
Red seats
Ain’t on a stake out
But she watchin me
Old niggas look up to me
Like I’m OG
Yo shorty 6 nigga
Like 2 times 3
She talkin
want yo last name baby boy
I swear to God I'm feeling you
(Ah yea)
When you wear a white t or a three piece suit
(Ah yea)
I know you work hard I don
Cali caliente
Where the chicas are hot and
My niggas bring them bitches when they come to the spot
Cali caliente
Where the game is locked
Three
zone
red zone fake face do yo head gone
I'm from the city niggas die to pay a cell phone
it ain't right this life getcho bang on.
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You
Game street lessons game game
Chapter one alright go yeah yeah yo yo yo
Haha one two this is what is up nigga (freeze)
Only
Intro: CJ Fly
Yo yo yo yo pros
Y'all try'na cypher right quick, what up bruh bruh bruh?
Hook: CJ Fly
I said, who wanna cypher in the room tonight?
Double standards scattered all over my face, yeah
You should know yo place, yeah
Don't you ever start the stalling, I ain't got the patience
Either
said I said I said
Wait baby two times for yo mind I say wait baby
Three times for yo mind
I say wait better slow down in yo mind
You ain't nothing
the pressures on and you attack the throne
Leaving dead bodies in a combat zone
And you can't figure out what's happening
Don't push me
Nigga, I'm close
need no deal M's Up We On
By the way we ride out thru yo city
Peeping the anger I keep in my tone
We're it ain't no breaks
When it come to this real shit
[Intro - Daz]
Man, nigga (?) is tore up, knahmsayin?
Shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that music down
Yeah-yeah, why'knahmsayin?
Let's jack these
head and they ride with you
Yo, if you down to act, be down to scrap
We beef '89 still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma smack him back
If
more for this city then these rappers that have blown
It's only been three years, look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone, I call this shit the calm
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory my hardcore
head and they ride with you
Yo, if you down to act, be down to scrap
We beef '89 still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma smack him back
If
Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat!
Everybody, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now
Uh, yeah, yo
What up my people equal? This be
rims, 3 piece leather seats, no top
Come through the block drive slow
Don't stop, niggas whisper don't talk
Cause they know they get by
From the bottom
Tic tac toe
I just made 3 in a row
Kick that door
My Niggas go hit up his home
Whip that dope
Cooking too much over heated the stove
Help me get
that are set to wet our domes
Need to get our footing by setting the ship to the direction of the zone
And then to get to gripping and pushing
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