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[Frost] Hm-hm-hm-he-he-he-ha-ha-ha-ha Yeah Check it out Ha-ha-ha N2Deep Latino Velvet cliqua Frost D.B.A. From the Bay to L.A. From the Northpole all the way to the muthafuckin Southpole This is how we roll [Frost] Oh-oh, I'm back in this bitch, baby With a new steelo and a brand new ride No matter where you from, throw it up, represent yo side Peep out the dum-didi, it's me and Boskolini Rollin down the street with them nickel-plated chrome nini About to hook up with my partners from the Lleyo Sit down at the table, figure ways to stack the mail Just another classic tale of a man and his money Cause you gotta have a con in this land of milk and honey [Baby Beesh] Well, I don't know about y'all, but mayn, I knows about moi I keep a deep repertoire and keep some dank in my jar The coldest Latin to ball, the mack handles the law I spend a g at the mall and give your breezy a call And mayn I calls it how I see em from my hustler mausoleum From the West coast to the East coast, from the AM to the PM What's really.. laced up from the waist up, never see me goin bancrupt Wake up and break up a bud so I can blaze up [CHORUS: Baby Beesh] That's just the way we get down, we serve it up by the pound We stack g's and we clown and if you see us around Say what's up, partner, I'ma give you some dap Because we puttin this West coast back on the map [Jay Tee] Now please believe it when I tell ya, uncut coke is what I sell ya Even if ya out of town that good game should never fail ya Call me yankee, bread stackin, boss mackin Got a superbad up in the Cadillac and You know I pop that con hella quick to her You know before I'm gone I sold that dick to her I like ya just like I liked my last bitch Jay Tee is who I'm doin business as, biatch [Bosko] Slippin ??? hypnosis pull Testarossas out your nana Piranha, ferocious, put the chains on her For green guys the mean thighs and d-size I need my batter till my bread start to rise Tellin true lies and extort for sport Got contempt for court, 'biatch' - Too $hort Pimp with force like Vader and never paid her a nickel Mouthpiece that have you fuckin for pickles [CHORUS] [Cool Nutz] Pure bread, posted with a bottle and some bomb head Smoked a broad out and turned the broad out Pimpin ain't dead, the broads is just scared Beat your heels on the track, increase the sack Be a trendbroker, from the womb, fuck the smokers The tender chose up and the bread rose up I was born to rap, secondary to this shit If the music don't work, I retire, then pimp Big work, strip club dancin escort You was perked off the E, dowsed in Hennessy Fuck your simp tendencies, we bring street remedies D boys and pimps took flight with Vegas strips Burned vogues on the turf, screech and peel off Check my trap money, get scratch and roll off Be a boss, get the fetti at all cost Recognize the game, get scrill and then floss |
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[Verse 1] (Mad One):
Its a Limousine full of smoke - smoking big baby Going off the Hennessey and Coke - drinking big baby She don't belong Rollin' on chrome International players on the microphone Asi es, why no para So calle de la muerca why no mendidas nada Me gusta como bailar En es samias desmerada strailas [Verse 2] (Jay Tee): Ah, she gone up and she like goes to But still I put it up like I'm posed to I fuck with sqaws let you squares cleed'n get close to I got that one that cheerleads for the Raiders She love the way I walk my 3000$ alligators My pimp Pat, the marvell Cane, The pinky greens and the platinum chains She said she always want to do it on the danceflo' I took a shyders and gin and told her get up out your pants ho' [Chorus] [Verse 3] (Baby Beesh): Now who said westcoast-rap was dead? Squares never recognized they my birthday had Couse I don't get jiggy I don't holla Shorty Grew up on Too $hort, Ice Cube and E-40 One live one luv Goin' out for dub Cutt'n up a little rug Carshow, to the club Westside gettin' hotter Scarlight been scutter Sellin' mo' rocks then off a cook damn butter [Verse 4] (Frost): Enough wid man When you gon' see that Man, couse I hustle when I always make G stacks We sais, that I ain't stitchy with it I spit the bally of the cuff, fill it up and let the homies hit it Man, you can hit it if you want to Hennessy and coke so got me actin' a fool I'm on a 1-10, baby take a trip with me I get you to the gus and you can strip for me [Chorus] [Verse 5] (Mr. G): Hit the club Telly shots of Tequila With my mija Shake her pocita And her falquita Lo que bonita My taffest chica down with the clicka Mira, mira baby! I like your steelo Mine just free'oh Keep it on the teelo When I hit it You know I killed it You know you paid for the chillin' But you just won't admit it [Verse 6] (Cisco): I'm a 100%er 2 G's representer Cold as the winter From the moment I inner I'm full throttle Bright to die that's my motto in the fast lane Drinking champaign out the bottle Thug style on the danceflo' pop my colla' Bump and grind With the fine little sexy mama Tellin' me daily let's go home you know Sup, I don't want to dance no mo' I just want to fuck [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By EDMONDS, JASON/ELIAS, JOEY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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