Ain't no worries, darling. Cause we're going to Spain. Catch a plane to Tibet, darling. Can I show you this world, baby?. Ain't no rules to this life, darling.
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun. Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch. Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot. Bang... Last night it was a dream.
Get up out your seat, you can have my drink, let me see you dance. Get up off your feet, you can be my freak, let me see you jam. When the sun falls, then the moon lights, might be a hell of a night.
Blank face, Tre 8. Kill everybody, fuck an AK. Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates. Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off.
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Got a sack of marijuana, think I'm 'bout to bend a corner. Ain't no telling who my money for. Got my dope from cross the border. Got my home on Figueroa, ain't no telling where that pussy go.
Everything good, everything good gravy. Donk in the trunk, flat in the front, maybe. Star in the face, size of the waist, crazy. Everything good, everything good gravy.
[Intro:]. Nigga ain't got no concept to this shit. So I was just on some crazy shit like.... Yeah~!. [Chorus:]. Bad bitch - long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass.
Hello... Hello? Fuck rap, my daddy a gangster. . Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, we. Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G.
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman). . [Keith Murray]. [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"]. Live up in this piece. I'ma set off like this, check me out.
Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit. Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips. 50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades.
Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit. Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips. 50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades.
Drugs, drugs, got them hoes again. . Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down. Comin' down off a pill, see what next we on. Bad little bitch in the driver's seat.
Oh, oh, luxury, chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that. Oh, oh, collard greens, three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that. Oh, oh, down with that shit, drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye.
Hop up out the Benz. Turn my swag on. . Something I would pass on. Fuck her with a mask on. Ouh, I be trynna' chill. And your ho be in the front. Row look like she off a pill.
Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift. Oxy like concerts, always my bread first. GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine. Nina my new thing, blew up before fame.
Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka. Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka. Bangers. Biddy bye-bye. Fool... Fuss all your block, you get [?] on your block, yawk!.
Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack-in-the-Box, nigga. I'm gon' shoot if this thirty's all that I got, nigga. . Time's up. Got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em.
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This for my n——-s who ain't here. I traveled some miles to see 'em,. Shining like a chandelier,. You ain't got to get close to see 'em,. N——-S talking out they lip,.