[Boldy James] I'm countin' gwap like a packed casino In the coffee shop, whippin' cream up the cappuccino Hubba rocks got the fiends runnin' back with singles Chasin' a high they ain't seen since sellin' crack been legal Facin' long vacations, out on bail, fresh out of jail No laces in my number twelves So anxious to blaze up this blil I've been savin' since county jail Put on my street clothes, took off my county blues Put on my free throws, kick off my shower shoes Then threw my piece on, cut off my wristband Then threw my freeze on, screw my ear ring in Threw my two rings on, put on my C frames Turn on my minute phone, cut on my NexTel Threw my D fitted on, they call me King James Jones It's writ' in stone All my concreatures gettin' it on in the zone
[Hook 2x] Ridin' down the street Got cops on (3x) Got cops on (2x) Gettin flicked
[Boldy James] Under the pale moonlight You niggas never dance with the devil State troopers behind you while you slam on the pedal Gettin' in that Regal, hand on your metal (Gettin' Flicked!) Magnum special, sandwich bag full of pebbles And it's max if they catch you It's real life shit this ain't Hansel and Gretel In my kitchen, pyrex right next to the kettle Open the cabinet, Farina right next to the pet milk With my strap on the sink full of dishes and residue Phone tapped I think and my minutes is hella low Who in the hell would think that that kid would be sellin' dope From petty thief, misdemeanors to federal Seventeen in the clink for some weed in my Pelle coat Never seen in the spee so the D's will never know Where we keepin' the P's and them keys of perrico Desert Eag in my jeans, lemon squeeze, I'll let it blow If you ready to leave here the keys to heaven go
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[Boldy James] Nah Don't talk me to death My aunties LaNette and Marsha accept The charges when neph' had to call 'em collect Them my concreature reps and they love me to death Even though they say my head hard as a brick In the precinct hoping that this fed charge don't stick To my black ass, p-p-pedal down the foothill Wheelies on the front, on the dyno with the black mags Black mags, rhinos in my black mag Black flag, red rag representin' brick slab, six flags Seven six a pick, air, big bag, get cash Sellin' niggas brick slabs, big halves Seventeens and nick bags, McNair Eagle with the clip stares Whiplash, quick fast Miss me with the riff raff Bitch ass, kiss ass Dick suckin' bitch mad His bad, concreatures Westside, let's ride
[Hook 2x]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
