Yeah, motherfucker.
Ain't nothing to it but to do it.
My nigga T.S.
Martin.
What up, Kyle?
What's up, Snoop?
Yeah, cuz we gonna trip out on these niggas on this record right here, man.
I got 23s on my lap.
Yeah, four fives on my lap.
E's up, G's up, make a wheeze in the background.
Come way far out with it.
Deep low dipping.
Doggie with some Siamese twins.
I'm so cool with it.
Loki gonna sleep with it.
Some gon' lean with it Some say Jigga the first Nah, nigga, we did it I'm dumpin' with the C's And G's is seven C's Dumpin' on these niggas
federal sneeze itches put them in these itches and put some more weed what is some some funky you punk now do something we did so much drum in these la streets it's kind of hard to be terrorist with the dog when i roll through the turf
all the haters hate, but Big D told me to let the fame be right.
Back, back.
Snoops say never trust a hoe.
The industry is like a bitch, so I'm about to bust a hoe.
Ain't taking no shit.
Ain't letting nothing go.
Posted on the soft steel.
Letting everybody know.
Right now I'm blocking my drop helically.
Haters eyes pop once my drive hit the scene.
They know I keep her, so they never try me.
And I got a gang of damn fools right behind me.
So homie, if you riding.
Then we rollin' Homie, if you ridin' Then we rollin' Homie, if you ridin'
Then we rollin'.
Homie, if you ridin', then we rollin'.
Let's go.
I knew I'd come.
Her name was Lena.
I met her from my nigga Topic in Covina.
She was showing innocent.
And so secretive.
It's an amazing conversation, man.
Defeat the feeling.
I'm already the world.
Top notch set to deal with your girl.
Second flow on this world with the furl.
Man, that's something absurd.
Over million records sold him something to serve.
Mr. Piano Man Prime.
and swinging the funk saxophoned on my side like the loneliest monk with two hoes in the lack both sitting on fir
Homie, I gives a fuck who you are.
Something in me freaky hoes got it.
Keep my hand on some.
And both of them chewing on a piece of bubble gum.
Slump don't dump, don't some, don't mine.
See, all I really give a fuck about is mine.
Riding down my block in my drop helicle.
Haters eyes pop once my drive hit the scene They know I keep her So they never try me And I got a gang of damn fools right behind me So homie if you ridin'
Then we rollin' Homie, if you ridin' Then we rollin' Homie, if you ridin'
Then we rollin'.
Homie, if you ridin', then we rollin'.
Let's go.
Oh, sugar, I'm trying to take you home with me.
Ooh, touch the way I feel tonight, darling.
You won't believe.
That's all for you.
Oh, yes, I'm from Atlanta, and I speak that country grammar.
But Macken's all the same.
Get in, close that door, and roll up the stove.
You done seen it before.
You're already riding down my block and my drive hella clean.
Haters eyes pop once my drive hit the scene.
They know I keep her, so they never try me.
And I got a gang of damn fools right behind me.
So homie, if you're riding.
Then we rollin', homie, if you ridin' Then we rollin', homie, if you ridin'
Then we rollin'.
Homie, if you ridin', then we rollin'.
Let's go.
