Pulled to the house, get her out of the pad And the bitch said somethin' to make me mad She said somethin' that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave She started talkin' shit, wouldn't cha know I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the hoe And her father stood up and he started to shout So I threw a right cross and knocked his old-ass out 'Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard Come talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit Punk ass trippin' but it's alright Homie scored a key, he's gonna fly, punk ass, fly. Greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin' And from the 8 ball, my breath starts stinkin' I gotta get my girl to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi.
A car pulls up, who can it be?Ĭome talkin' that trash and we'll pull your card Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit Don't quote me, boy, I ain't said shit.īored as hell and I wanna get ill So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill The fellas out there tryna make that dolla' I pulled up in my six-fo' Impala. I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon And just as I thought, the fools kept steppin' I jumped in the fo', hit the juice on my ride I got front and back, side to side.
LA LA LAND SOUNDTRACK WALMART MAC
About to go and damn near went blind Young niggas on the path throwin' out gang signs I went in the house to get my clip With the Mac 10 on the side of my hip. Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begins Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends.
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