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点击复制Going down say b***h tell me what you think about me
I keep a bad yellow hammer b***h cooking G's
And I got a candy '84 on 3's
And I keep these R and B b***hes on they knees
I pimp so hard I was f**king up the game
N***a you're a lame you ain't holding like Sweet James
They on my phone call me Sir Jones
Make a lot a money so I keep the chrome
20's on the car keep a pint of bar
Gripping on the wood playing above the law
Hustlas ballers selling boys cane
F**k y'all p***y n***as too it's whatever y'all wanna do do
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Man I break the scene way before I became a king
Crushing boys on the boulevard from summer to spring
Music orientated so when the rap game originated
I beat it like puzzle pieces n***as could fade it
I made it to levels that other players only dream
Brought heat to the scene make the women on me cream
And my money went to green from poppin' chrome
And plus I got my self a jazzy yellow to bone
Got the home and the cars got the plaques and the stacks
But mane back in the days it wasn't nothing like that
S**t I remember when at first they wasn't really with it
But they d**n near s**tted on themselves when we did it
'Cause we holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
I'm holdin' na big Benz looking swollen na
Because we young they probably thinking that we stole it na
My papers' foldin' na cigars we be rolling na
And it's the whole third coast and we control it na
Down south we sippin' nothin' but bar
Four TV's in my cars I'm a ghetto star
Chromin' blades on escaldes and parking lot pimpin'
We got these broads steady trippin' 'cause it platinum we shippin'
From Clover Land to PA it be on for life
And if you f**king with them boys you might lose your life
N***as runnin' in your crib you might lose your wife
And if we at the light you might lose your ice
It's the C the N to the O T E
And you can crown me like a king like my n***as UG
I put it down for and that SUC
We hit the spots on all the blocks we keep it H O T n***a we holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na
Dollars we foldin' na slab we rollin' na
B***hes we controllin' na man I'm holdin' na