Take a chance, come dance a cowboy Playin stopped playin time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce inch pirelli And goodyear niggaz, sip malt beer They gave me sixth man of the year, off the bench for tha liks Shot the out at the championship Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money Full of green cheese, my other got green weed Rap niggaz, we different Elevate the of the music and the visuals It's do or die, I a +priest+, call +superfly+ Whatever we discuss we meet's between you and i I'm truly high, for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I all night, shit Everyday, every a saloon Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar
[chorus: loc] Love when you're out there on the ave When you're down 24/7, don't know the half My step down on the pedal My back on scrapin the metal I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel With my and tirez
I ain't seen kevlar flesh (hell naw) Y'all bitch niggaz is flirtin and fuckin death I was taught to stick with the right and with the left Never nothin, never turn snitch and confess Got me in the heat of the act, and run the risk Of three to the back, and try walkin with that (yeah!) I goin to the pen for shit, except to snatch up My loved to get loose and hop the fence It ain't hard to hard, snatch up a catalogue Mad dog to niggaz walk up your boulevard (yeah!) But one day, you gon' it (what? ) I'm a firm believer in the if it bleeds, I can kill it A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the The live wire, leak a nigga a vampire My roll rimz and tirez Either get us, forget us and get behind us, muh'fuckers
Ride along, my rimz and tirez along
Mr. (what? ) I'm lookin for a sixty-two chevy And she kinda bad, threw him six and I was (whatchu want me to do? ) to get spic and Man I'm glad you and got me from that old white man (good lookin) He me to a spot in long beach, hooked me up with four pumps (bzzt) but in the hood can't jump (bzzt) And I change when the sun hit me Fix me up, now my owner slang me for 50? Bling bling, now I to a japanese And they was to throw me in the magazines I make money (huh? ) I broke down, fools trippin (check it out) how many cars you see in seoul on streets (none) afraid to get that ass slippin (why? ) For me it was an task I kept an on my ass with heat under the dash Fool (peep game) I was to lowride on rimz and tirez, yeah
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