aye you know im cocaine right ? These go white dis , dat (quit fucking me , white everything) a lil bitch i fuck with talk she want white cat . You know dis my city ? (hoe you crazy) ass nigga
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top, like the when i come past run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart
Streets Talkin been doing good niggas wanna try em, couple from the hood you know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint wit em nigga still owe me on a pack, think a nigga forgot becuz im rappin? nah... When i get off the I shoot back to my town new whips, new watch, with me, its goin down own family hatin, niggas looking mad, guess it be little better if a was doin bad, but momma got a smile, still wild i gotta get this money i just had another child, say im gettin fat,guess im eatin good 20 racks in the motor, got my under the hood, YO GOTTI, Sometimes i think back, I could of went fed, this a chance in a lifetime i gotta ahead
I got base in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going 210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the yankees when i past Home run, that boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle
My city rootin for me the club owners mad cause i come to kick it for under 25 bands & u it personal im just tryna feed my mans see u aint a real nigga so dats u wouldnt understand but if it wasnt for my homeboys and if it wasnt for my fans i would of been clicked on u bitches nd doin a quarter off n da can but imma keep on grindin nd keep on shinin cuss dats wut u cant stand kill u bitches softly every time i ride pass what da fuck make u wanna beef wit me like u street as me running round here talking down bitch u aint use to be wit me bitch u aint use to tote heat wit me bitch u aint use to eat wit me bitch i was thuggin n yo funky ass was somewhere down da street yo fuck ass aint no real g tell me where dey do dat at gang bang in yo neighborhood but round me wouldn't even throw up your set do anything for a check, ok dats cool but dont fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet On another note im da same nigga wit mo paper nd mo bigger & wen ever im n town bitch im rite here on shady vista my jewlry on my car parked my shirt off wit no pistol aint nan nigga gone take nuttn my lil niggaz a shake sumtn my lil niggas got mo paper my lil niggas dont even rap runnin round bout u got signed bitch u still livin in da trap!!!!!!
I got in the trunk, highs on the inside, marshmallow paint 49ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, blue jeans inside, white with blue top, like the when i come past Home run, boy out the park, bases loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart