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I got a Big Theory, my hardcore committee Gon' and roll the streets and shake the whole city Affiliated with thousands out medallions We gon' bounce and until the wheels fall off
Chest plates hit with gouges, off, hauled off Blast with somethin' and I all the walls off it, tie my flag around my mouth Blue rag on my face, rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin', unleashin' pure Smash, snatch the and all the jewelry Glass shattering, blastin', scatterin' Scat, takin' three to to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live my face with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air Let me put two in the air Let me show these motherfuckers that I don't It's a composed of killers and armed forces Livin' for whatever it cost's, crimp
goin' down by the year 2 G I'm goin' be flyin' through the hood, duckin', dodgin' the My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow or Us niggas gon' eat, makin' troops we
the jeep, runnin' on feet, survivin' off The land and gun in hand, operation quicksand Ain't tryin' to put the mark of the on my hand I had to the head of a military man
Jumped into the of the 4 door sedan All up in the trunk was the contraband Fuck a middleman, my pistols am from Iran Looking from a third eye, I the hidden cam I know what you look like, I how you think I'm the type of bitch to pop a up in your drink
I got a Big Theory, my hardcore committee Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the city Chronic low ridin' bitches silicon tities We bounce and ball until the wheels fall off
I got a Big Bang Theory, my committee Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the city Affiliated with thousands out medallions We gon' bounce and floss until the wheels off
Bitch, that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese You work fuckin' employees You know you get all excited that Stack it through them hoodlum back 'cause I like it like
Bitch, I drama, shit get action packed When I jump out the stealth bomber 'Cause it's 'bout, you know, I want the mansion pad To that bitch sittin' on
So don't hate the cheese that you earn the fuckin' weed that you burn Don't fuck with Bossy off the [Incomprehensible] rollin' crack, blocks in half
We rides on visitors and no prisoners all business and pay off the commissioner Big crime figure, niggas gettin' riches 20 inches whippin', all we givin' hittin'
Twistin', flippin' chickens, stickin' victims if slippin' Trippin' on the and my trigga finga itchin' Positioned at your dome, one and it's on No remorse or second once the clip in the chrome
This is the zone, weak niggas covers get killers and gorillas want whatever you want Shake spots bank nots, keep the thang cocked And leave motherfuckers to tank tops
We the gang, our thang to mash and maintain Gang slang came and ain't gon' change All out till we fall out, the world DoggHouse style with the and curls
I got a Big Theory, my hardcore committee Gon' rock and roll the streets and shake the whole Chronic low ridin' bitches with silicon We gon' and ball until the wheels fall off
I got a Big Theory, my hardcore committee Gon' rock and roll the streets and the whole city Affiliated thousands walked out medallions We gon' bounce and floss the wheels fall off