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1985
by Teezy Baby
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Since 85 I been born and thuggin
My mama was a worker, papa was a fuckin' hustler
TEEZY motherfucker, that's why I'm a hustler
Get up early in the morning, get my buckets bruh
Get your buckets bruh, yeah, get your buckets bruh
T.N.G. all in the gang, so we blooded thou
Walkin' down 12th Street, know, I'm a hustler bruh
Got the Glock up on me, yeah, I bust a bruh
Niggas from Cali, comin' to the rock, yo
Blowing, on the Cali, chillin' in the valley
Chillin' with a white bitch, she call her ass Sally
Ass so fat, yeah, she straight up outta Cali
West side to real west side, throw your dubs up
If you in the club, motherfuckin' those scrubs up
TEEZY ain't no punk, motherfucker, I put my guns up
Whip your ass, motherfucker, like I'm your daddy
You all my sons, all of y'all my sons
Mini-me's, copy me, TEEZY TEEZY ain't done
And I'm not dead, gettin' money till I'm dead, ayy
Shoutout to my brother, ced, straight up out the west, ayy
And he right up in the Dallas, Texas
Can I hit you on a celly up next
Who up next, T.N.G., we up next
And they upset, cause my stay wet
Real G, motherfucker, so you know I'm not sweatin
No hoe and no bitch, motherfucker, I'm a threat
Gamma with me, motherfucker, you can bet
That we gon' win, that's a motherfuckin' fact
T.N.G., I DM' we on a track
T.M.G., I DM', we on a map
Run up on me like Mail I get your stamp
Bullets hit you, motherfucker, there ain't no doubt
That's all folks, motherfucker, I get guala
And them motherfuckers on the block tryna holla
Em' hoes your baby, mama, wanna fuck with me
But I can't love a hoes its thug in me
Since 85 I been born and thuggin
My mama was a worker, papa was a fuckin' hustler
TEEZY motherfucker, that's why I'm a hustler
Get up early in the morning, get my buckets bruh
Get your buckets bruh, yeah, get your buckets bruh
T.N.G. all in the gang, so we blooded thou
Walkin' down 12th Street, know, I'm a hustler bruh
Got the Glock up on me, yeah, I bust a bruh
Niggas from Cali, comin' to the rock, yo
Blowing, on the Cali, chillin' in the valley
Chillin' with a white bitch, she call her ass Sally
Ass so fat, yeah, she straight up outta Cali
West side to real west side, throw your dubs up
If you in the club, motherfuckin' those scrubs up
TEEZY ain't no punk, motherfucker, I put my guns up
Whip your ass, motherfucker, like I'm your daddy
You all my sons, all of y'all my sons
Mini-me's, copy me, TEEZY TEEZY ain't done
And I'm not dead, gettin' money till I'm dead, ayy
Shoutout to my brother, ced, straight up out the west, ayy
And he right up in the Dallas, Texas
Can I hit you on a celly up next
Who up next, T.N.G., we up next
And they upset, cause my stay wet
Real G, motherfucker, so you know I'm not sweatin
No hoe and no bitch, motherfucker, I'm a threat
Gamma with me, motherfucker, you can bet
That we gon' win, that's a motherfuckin' fact
T.N.G., I DM' we on a track
T.M.G., I DM', we on a map
Run up on me like Mail I get your stamp
Bullets hit you, motherfucker, there ain't no doubt
That's all folks, motherfucker, I get guala
And them motherfuckers on the block tryna holla
Em' hoes your baby, mama, wanna fuck with me
But I can't love a hoes its thug in me
