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shots get dropped and popped just like a pick lock With the master key, but the key be me I assign from hot, like a cold on a stove And commence to roll, a tire
A real rider ride ya, like a stallion with a chair Any be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin' And we came because I'm round hoe On the low
And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, let them know How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a harder So we a hundred yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?
No duckin' and dodgin', my be ridin' But we be no gangstas, straight parlayers You stick around and watch my lay ya And I know them haters, don't want to see you
On the way to Bogel, but busters always bumpin' gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press Hittin' hard like a on the target
grab the mic, [unverified] don't do it right
J-Ro rock the till the needle start skippin' I'm like Pippen, long hour sippin' Uh, [unverified] deep into books on my I like them sexy ladies that can do for damn selves
good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame And a Volkswagen brain my style be kind of old, like But it's the reason why I still mold, in my bill fold I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you me
Swift you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes Niggas do crimes and never make it past primes My flows are numerous East Valley murders Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap Rally's burgers
You know cool niggero, riding on a metro With the Cold 4-0, I really don't like to guns But I got one, a grip shot gun My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog,
Fuckin' with the Likwit will get your severed WhoRidas get it lik Buggalo shrimp, we got a perment job At rappin', we attempt, and I pimp the flow like Imp the Dimp And I run around 40's like my nigga Kemp, and I'm out
This is how it goes down, check out he coast underground, who is the tightest? The and WhoRidas
This is how it down, check out he sound coast underground, who is the tightest? The and WhoRidas
Trust no one, smash, with my do or die When we ride on by cartel, street gangs by bail makes stop, I sell, I need to proceed I can't what a nigga need with greed
So I sit with Walley, and make my till dividends will end With this look, my grand one of a kind like a To buy some once find, and flip it twice But don't put a thang on hold we
We stay on the road, I gotta make my fetti even if off the wall Gotta stay on the ball, my to gab, make a lotta cash Sit back in a lab and oil like an Arab For sheeze, I know my brown preeza, oh
In my lifetime so many fans hand to hand So many niggas out there to be the man Neon Dion, got jacked like peons On the front line for the time
Hey, what's the big Put that gun away Harry we a deal It's never too late to your bargaining position
And to it my concern, it's Tash turn to burn Bored as fuck with the mic I that shit from Howard Stern And host my own show 'cause is 'bout it bout when it's crowded I'm here to rock y'all even though I'm Guinestouted
So slide some oil to stiff MCs While I get into this style that like M 3's 'Cause I'm here to clock cheese, my style is mega Even Oakland niggas ay is hella saucy' (What?)
I stomp out the cop out, no ties or decisions The is fuckin' with my vision But even half blind, I find a rhyme to blow your mind That's why I walk around LA with hoes than Ginuwine
So jump in the saddle if y'all niggas wanna I roll shake and rattle till your whole crew skidattle I'm to be chosen as the one to keep it pumpin' why you lookin' at me like 'Tash is up to somethin''
I am though, I'm peepin' out the ladies on the That keep they self together drawers that match they bras I 'em and I know them bitches feel me 'Cause I go by the of (Catashtophy)
This is how it goes down, out he sound coast underground, who is the tightest? The and WhoRidas
This is how it goes down, check out he coast underground, who is the tightest? The and WhoRidas