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Iatola
I'm meetin' up with the governor 3 2 and the Hillwood Hustla Comin' straight out the head though From the brain representin' my ghetto
It's a trip how they die young In the hood in my Cadillac flier, through the 'Wood Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang coca 20 G's on my team Villanova Blow marijuana in the sauna While my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida loca Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha Fat sweet roller in my trocka And my girl called the cops 'cause I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin' Santa For the keyboard that came wit the sampler Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on She wit me 'cause I am the champion
It's the same old story though Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe It's the sign of the times man By second thank God that I'm alive, man
Peace to my dead G's Fell short trying to stack up they benjis In the midst and the fog, boys wanna squab All on my dick like corn on the cob 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
You ain't shit but a job for one of my killers How many niggas must die by the trigga? I'm a sipper I'm a swerver first degree murder Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I don't love you, I don't hate you but I will misplace you In the gutter for the fuck of it Gangsta nigga chuggin' shit candy on my mother ship And haters they can suck a dick
So this what it came to y'all the same crew Old friends southeast niggas claim blue But I don't gang bang, I claim no color She lost her son, what if that was your mother?
I sit back in my '92 blue Lac And I support foundations like Lulac I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman That was back when niggas jammin' to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin' with my teacher but not the preacher I remember fuckin' Liz on the bleachers 1986 wasn't making hits I was chasing chicks having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches, fine Haitian bitches Romanian, Italian, some fuckin' bang delicious I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious Shoot 'em up and leave 'em layin' in some strange positions
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