作曲 : Barrier, Griffin, McVey (*talking*) *******t, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all been waitin' on this here, yep, *******t. R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator. All the fallen soldiers man. Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside. You know what I'm sayin'? All my partners, all your dead partners But *******t I still feel stress, I still gotta get something off my chest While these hoe *******s be doin' what they be doin' I don't know though, *******t ******* it We gon' stay 2 deep in a fo' do'. [Z-Ro:] Slow Loud & Bangin' all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a mutha******' soldier Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4 Not no ******* & say I still ain't a hoe Lettin' *******s know everyday of the year I pimp my pen & I get my point clear. Why *******s wanna talk down? I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko from the 4 With my .44 on my side when I ride Ready to do another homicide in a pine box And I'm gone, ******* old glory I'm H-Town to Cali just like Robert Horry If I do a murder flee the murder scene No missin' shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, ******* it's about war not 'about peace ******* like me, I'm 'about knockin' out teeth. You know what I'm sayin'? I'll loose your grill A ******* comin' down in the Coupe Deville Lookin' gravy, lookin' real throwed I'm a be the ******* pullin' over at the ******g cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go it'll be a homicide Me & another ******* on the way to the Golden Gate A ******* like me can't wait just to make it to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the ******* out my way When I come around your corner so slow It'll be the ******* in the damn Polo That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barrin' Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it in the old school Some *******s they be red but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner but I ain't set trippin' But I will wet *******s & wet ******* With the calico, I had to let a mutha******* know That I come around your corner in a Lincoln 4 do' A fox photo 'cause I do it in a flash ******* watch out 'cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong I flicks my bar sip then I swoll on Get on the mutha******' bench And when the laws hit the corner I hit the fence They wonder where I went, they keep lookin' I don't give a ******* like Tyson I keep hookin' Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'm a keep goin' I keep on flowin' just like the Nile Million dollar mouthpiece everytime I smile Look & load a ******* ashtray Everytime he smile he can turn the night to day You can open up the pop & let the smoke come out We don't give a damn 'about a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, crooked officer Make a ******* wanna blow the badge off of ya Me & Dougie, my mutha******' brother R.I.P. to my muh'******' mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVey Matthew There's 10 toes planted in my muh'******' shoe I gotta be a man, I hope you understand There's nothin' but the work & the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan & I'm servin' a fiend A real live B-Boy & you know what I mean I be stackin' up chips like Lego Dark on a pump just like Calvin Kato Houston to the Rocket, a 4 peat like Comets I don't give a *******, good punch a ******* ******* make him vomit On the grind, I'm a take a trip on Greyhound I be flyin' on a plane but the **** is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my mutha******' Benz-y Got these hoes runnin' around in a friends-y I be bustin' full clips 'til they empty A piece of potent ******* might tempt me Rain is tryin' to send me to the Penitentiary The main reason why I ain't friendy I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the back & he got the camcorder Recordin' everything the 4's gon' swang Still pullin' up on Fondren & the Main Lookin' lovely, got to look good I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm lettin' hoes know I gotta get a ******' P L A T, but first a G O L D A mutha******' plack I keep it straight & simple like that, hit a ******* from the back And I use my mutha******' tool Make her say atch, when I hit a with The Mule.
作曲 : Barrier, Griffin, McVey (*talking*) *******t, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all been waitin' on this here, yep, *******t. R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator. All the fallen soldiers man. Southside, Eastside, Westside, Northside. You know what I'm sayin'? All my partners, all your dead partners But *******t I still feel stress, I still gotta get something off my chest While these hoe *******s be doin' what they be doin' I don't know though, *******t ******* it We gon' stay 2 deep in a fo' do'. [Z-Ro:] Slow Loud & Bangin' all in my trunk Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on doja Military minded, I'm a mutha******' soldier Out the streets of the Ridgemont 4 Not no ******* & say I still ain't a hoe Lettin' *******s know everyday of the year I pimp my pen & I get my point clear. Why *******s wanna talk down? I don't know Gotta take a trip to Akapoko from the 4 With my .44 on my side when I ride Ready to do another homicide in a pine box And I'm gone, ******* old glory I'm H-Town to Cali just like Robert Horry If I do a murder flee the murder scene No missin' shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, ******* it's about war not 'about peace ******* like me, I'm 'about knockin' out teeth. You know what I'm sayin'? I'll loose your grill A ******* comin' down in the Coupe Deville Lookin' gravy, lookin' real throwed I'm a be the ******* pullin' over at the ******g cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go it'll be a homicide Me & another ******* on the way to the Golden Gate A ******* like me can't wait just to make it to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the ******* out my way When I come around your corner so slow It'll be the ******* in the damn Polo That's the Ralph Lauren, jackers ain't barrin' Why I skipped the slab when I went straight to foreign Said it like I said it in the old school Some *******s they be red but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner but I ain't set trippin' But I will wet *******s & wet ******* With the calico, I had to let a mutha******* know That I come around your corner in a Lincoln 4 do' A fox photo 'cause I do it in a flash ******* watch out 'cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong I flicks my bar sip then I swoll on Get on the mutha******' bench And when the laws hit the corner I hit the fence They wonder where I went, they keep lookin' I don't give a ******* like Tyson I keep hookin' Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'm a keep goin' I keep on flowin' just like the Nile Million dollar mouthpiece everytime I smile Look & load a ******* ashtray Everytime he smile he can turn the night to day You can open up the pop & let the smoke come out We don't give a damn 'about a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, crooked officer Make a ******* wanna blow the badge off of ya Me & Dougie, my mutha******' brother R.I.P. to my muh'******' mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVey Matthew There's 10 toes planted in my muh'******' shoe I gotta be a man, I hope you understand There's nothin' but the work & the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan & I'm servin' a fiend A real live B-Boy & you know what I mean I be stackin' up chips like Lego Dark on a pump just like Calvin Kato Houston to the Rocket, a 4 peat like Comets I don't give a *******, good punch a ******* ******* make him vomit On the grind, I'm a take a trip on Greyhound I be flyin' on a plane but the **** is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I ain't finished yet I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin Then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my mutha******' Benz-y Got these hoes runnin' around in a friends-y I be bustin' full clips 'til they empty A piece of potent ******* might tempt me Rain is tryin' to send me to the Penitentiary The main reason why I ain't friendy I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter Dejaun in the back & he got the camcorder Recordin' everything the 4's gon' swang Still pullin' up on Fondren & the Main Lookin' lovely, got to look good I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm lettin' hoes know I gotta get a ******' P L A T, but first a G O L D A mutha******' plack I keep it straight & simple like that, hit a ******* from the back And I use my mutha******' tool Make her say atch, when I hit a with The Mule.
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