Verse 1 Chitty chitty bang bang, dollar figure gang bang, yell Nathan thing saying They gonna eat some, nigga are tricks' son, so he's done Cuz they home where he's from as soon as the beat come The lyrics pop out the medulla similar to the bullets coming out of the Ruger I stray away from one-time, 5-0s on the covers While you giving board names, Denim dudes at the Rucker on the west The Dayton's blending with the brothers And the TV sitting on top another And right now, I'm faster home room for my brother Cuz the hustlers on the corner so cracked a mother (damn) That's why I blow the ring and don't act wild Let my top down quicker than the girl going wild This West Coast lifestyle, palm trees and OGs and six fold low-lows is all I know, so
Bridge My man sleaze You need to like that If you niggas want some drama, put that on my mama I'll be right back When you see them niggas jump out, put them prompts in your mouth You can't fight back On the west we gang-banged up for red flames We grew the Kit-Kat
Verse 2 Kush, toss me the pump, let me get the lead spitting leave a nigga bad written with a chunk of his head missing Loud mouth niggas get blown away Blow your brains out so I can see what you was gonna say "C'mon, let's play!" It takes two to tango, spit the fifth and get your shit split at every angle I chill, watch your soul lift up with the angels Your head hangs low by nerve as it dangles I keep a clip full on the boulevard in the streets Stars on the snakes, pit bulls bark on the leashes soon Blue flag wrapped around the chrome thumper The click shine like a six deuce chrome bumper
Outro My man sleaze You need to like that If you niggas want some drama, put that on my mama I'll be right backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
