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Blast Off Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G-dep

Yeah, yeah, me and my man's and them 

We gon' blast off 

Bad boy nigga and we don't stop 

Come on to the top, blast off, yeah, yo 

 

Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps 

Cracks in they jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep 

No lax in my tracks they potent 

Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin' 

 

I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter 

Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya 

When I swerve hit nerves 

Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve 

 

And everybody know what's golden 

Matter of fact platinum, mores trap to mold in? 

Once I explode and I burn up the road and 

Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen 

 

Understand, the world's in my hand 

G. Dep in this scam, no stunt, bitch play the front 

And I'ma show you how to lay back 

Do a buck while you puff on a sac 

 

'Cause yo, I'm about to blast off, straight to the chase 

'Cause everybody know what's the case 

Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off 

Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint 

 

Nigga, I'ma blast off 

Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon' stop yo 

Nigga, I'ma blast off 

Straight to the dome, you entered in the bad boy zone 

 

Yo, yo, uh, who's a nigga harder than me? 

On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be 

Damn, curry ain't the shit, put the name in your mouth 

Got it different, you ain't on what you talkin' about 

 

Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me 

I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me 

Know how to man hand it's real as it get 

Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this 

 

Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy 

Gutters of the street where my mind be 

Play the game, get you a zil 

Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill heat got it with me still 

 

Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched 

Out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, blaow 

Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace 

 

Bitch, I'm about to blast off, yo I get it poppin' 

When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin' 

Yo, I'm about to blast off 

See me at the show, when I rock everybody know 

 

Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off 

Bottles gon' pop, 'cause when I rock, everybody rock 

Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off 

Straight to the top, 'cause everybody know this is hot 

 

Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off like an astronaut 

Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock 

Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks 

And pop up in the flashy drop, motherfuckers 

 

Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger 

Fuck fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger 

Catch one of you rap cats in the humdinger 

Some niggas get shot, live and become singers 

 

Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified 

Than to stand here and testify 

But other than that though we never get caught 

But we Joy Jefferson walk, out of Federal Court 

 

We gettin' bread in New York, ain't it better the sport 

So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support 

But I think it's best you go 'head and just walk 

Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse 

 

Yo, I'm about to blast off straight to the chase 

'Cause everybody know what's the case 

Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off 

Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint 

 

Nigga, I'ma blast off 

Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon' stop yo 

Nigga, I'ma blast off 

Straight to the dome, you entered in the bad boy zone 

 

Yo, I'm about to blast off 

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