Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane? We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice here We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We been with our religion, where I'm leaving This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh We surely don't, take no shit from nobody I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies roam
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Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the foamĪnd learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone Was raised in a broken home, the groceries gone Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downsĪnybody plays about it, my lady has sounds Home of the rock, inside a broken antenna Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the syrup If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna hear it! Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half offīuddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac'sĮverybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Money and the power, glass on the Prowlerīlaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it It's real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe! I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though I'ma call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the skirtsĪnd I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'Ĭause a Mexican like my self is out for some doughīut ya already know, if you got big pelotasĪ young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with policeĪnd all' beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purseĪnd I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing worse Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back
Let me jump in this shit like back to backįor the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd Land of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
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