Man I was raised round thugs nigga Man its Lil Booosie the 2005 juvi in the hemi with the tooly I got them yellow eyes like my daddy eyes With a look up on my face that say homicide Come take a ride to Baton Rouge where I'm running loose With a gun in hand eh day, like Tupac in Juice Got my lil nigga in the back seat with a black hood With a doja of the back wood Rubberband on his fingers you know my nigga stack good Its wheel of fortune my nigga still bustin them triggas And I might stuck lil daddy but I'll touch one of you niggas Let me run it by my Big Boi, big curb and hemlock Big jock and kenyock and teedo gone straight knock yo head off South side levy dog til I'm gone with a heater for you people who gone disrespect me wrong That iron, that iron, nigga know I got mine Nigga know that I'll blind any nigga who want my shine oh Don't get me started Don't make me gt so retarded I have to shut down the party With a 40 on my waste You niggas gone hate Hollerin we riding choppa, you better stack up ya K
Yea you bout yo mind nigga? Me too, shit, me too, me too Yea you slangin iron nigga? Me too, slangin iron, me too, me too Yo click of niggas down to ride nigga? Me too, we down to ride, me too, me too Yea you on yo grind nigga? Me too, grind grind grind, me too, me too
Back to the facts, my niggas got stacks That shit you tryna do, we been did that My nigga Bleak up in the street, with a 44 revolver Hollin boy play with Hatch and I'm going straight deadly departure I-V-Y, and thats my nigga And we ride or die, chasing these figures Got me fucked up with your last mate, I ain't ya fuckin classmate You talk shit get duct tape, now look at you fuck face I been the best, gone be the best, cause I live what I'm talking Been hustlin fo I remember, I really be ballin I got a 320 benz, a 45 on the hip 22 inches on a hemi, and my records they sellin For the convicted felon I cant get ballin dvd Wish they could see me, right now I'm 3 deep I gotta send a CD to the pen for my niggas who got 10 feelin like they just cant win For my nigga headbusta Headbusta, these niggas scared of us We thug love lil daddy you could call us blood brothers Don't make me get that choppa for ya sista and yo mutha fuckin mamma talkin bout you bout that drama
Yea you bout yo mind nigga? Me too, shit, me too, me too Yea you slangin iron nigga? Me too, slangin iron, me too Yo click of niggas down to ride nigga? Me too, we down to ride, me too, me too Yea you on yo grind nigga? Me too, grind grind grind, me too, me too
Man this last one for people who be asking How you get that shit and yaint even went platinum I would say but the Feds in the hood today Packin us up like its judgement day But my thugs, don't say a thang You run yo mouth you get knocked off thats the fuckin game They say they watchin us man, shit, me too You think that I ain't been watchin you in my fuckin rearview I would get a nigga to steal you but my city small And if we drop one of you bitches we gone really ball This for my niggas in the club with that liqour in them Finna get that 4 nickle in them, that 4 nickle in them,Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
