Yes, Yes,
Spooked-Ovel why are you through this, man?
Oh yeah,
Fuckin,imp, make it astic
Like semman,
Livin' Rao Ågeod
If I ain't rockin' em' mousin' Bentley
Some cool in it but Kempsey
Me shorty,
New Glock,
40 in smokeaint
Ride on the marie,
bold, take care of me
Singelium Israeli
Michettys is Kris
Twistin' bellies snuggled up, me ain't gon' call it a cover up
Just like true murders in the hood, I'ma double up
The rap surgeon fixed the game up, rap merchant
Everything I sell is well, my shit is that worthy
Gats that come up out the ceiling with the beam on it
Chinese queen, Parasuko jeans on her
Rock long jeans, known for throwing blingz on her
I'll stay king by any means, scream on it, nigga
C'mon, let's go, nigga
Close the door to ask the nigga, get out the
Yo, just take that shit out the ass, straight man
Yeah, do what I talk, talk
Do you remember a real gang member?
Chopping till he timber, December to December
Never stoppin' too busy, poppin' off, lettin' the heat
Holla clown and that's all around him, they crown him the dog
Yo, yo, yo, yo, stop whippin'
Yeah, pass that, pass the dutch man
You know they do, man, you know you know you know
So come on, let's do it
We ain't wonderland, huh?
Still forget loud like a space shuttle
Catch a case, some motherfuckers got a place for ya
And it's the honey brothers like you
That's cold with the typhoon, slingin' things
And buck 50 with the ginsu
Draw that line, flip that dime, spit that nine
Homie, this crib on mine
Thought you knew, we cold crushing
Bomb rush to chef, it's my nephew
The king of the west, two niggas to test you
Let your necks move, we get past move
Yeah, bless you
One, two, one, two, what you gon' do
When we come through
One, two, one, two
They're going to the sprint finish
You have a seat, sign on the front
You are one of the fanmeisters
You play the party on, so what's that?
You're the only one in my life
And the camera is separate
Stand on the front
Valoria, push by guys
Yeah, you have a seat
You have your home, wrap guys, fix 42
Yeah, we can't, we can't
We can't want this, man
He's fit the crowd
Who's gonna make it?
We have it
One, two, three
