This motherfuckin’ D’usse got me sweatin’ and shit… word to God; Hov fuck with ya boy C5
Okay nigga I got em´ Point em´ out and I got em´ Let ´em get a lil buzz Then we robbin´ for pollen We ain´t killin´ no minors You niggas still in the minus And your bitch, we gonna blind her Can´t pick a side off the lineup I swear lord knows Imma murk one of these niggas Shoot you in your earth And get earthworms on me nigga I been did my time I´m getting better with time But real niggas don´t whine We´ll burn down your vineyard I been ballin´ since cornrows Still duckin´ the narcos My little niggas, in war mode
You spark it up, we charcoal Got a bad bitch with long hair that have bad days when the mall closed I´m a big dog, big doghouse, make ashtrays out of dog bowls Blessins on top of sins, restin´ with topless twins Picture me broke but forgot to take the top off the lens In the restaurant, I’m with Slim Wrestlin´ with lobster limbs Talkin´ about some M´s, it´s soundin´ like gospel hymns Yes lord
We on that D´usse, me and my nigga Euro Tina Turn up in this bitch We got Lauryn in this bitch
Serena Pink in this bitch, better known as Pinky Yah dig? What´s up Brandon? Lego!
Holly Grove nigga, rest in peace, Lil Kevin Rest in peace, Lil Beezy Rest in peace, ? The world is mine, I am selfish I am a shark fuck them shellfish Everybody in the building Well I left that bitch like Elvis Nigga please Pops treated mom like Billie Jean Like hot sauce, I put in on everything I´ma give that fuckin´ woman everything, everything Here we go, bitch I´m cool, Coolio
She say "Tune, do me slow" How many fish did Hootie blow? I don´t know Fuck who knows? I got a redbone with two golds And she snort too much of that Micheal Jackson, that bitch gon´ Need a new nose And I got time for you hoes Shit I only have two goals and that is "Get Money, Get Money" Now I´m ridin´ ´round the city, with the top off the Maybach Lookin for a motherfuckin´ spot we can skate at Elvis left the building And I take these hoes to Graceland And I got more bounce, to the 28 grams I ain´t stuntin these niggas, eyes look chinese Wayne-chong to these niggas, Wayne-chong bitch! More than one bitch
This for my niggas, we shall overcome, bitch From New Orleans, niggas dyin´ over dumb shit You know we give the pastor hell, make the nun strip Yeah I might have them bricks, call me Brick Cannon Nina on my lap, what you want from Santa? I might get money, fuck bitches, kill niggas and smoke weed I´m married to this shit and I´m a wife beater, no sleeves Do it for my hood, that 44 ain´t no good You better bring that chopper, cause we gon´ have them choppers Yeah I do it for my hood, that 45 ain´t no good You better bring the chopper, cause we gon´ have them choppers, nigga You better bring the chopper, you better bring the chopper
You better bring the chopper, cause we gon´ have them choppers, yeah We gon´ have them choppers, we gon´ have them choppers You better bring the chopper, cause we gon´ have them choppers, nigga Mula!
My nigga hood in this bitch Still on that D´usse Shout out my nigga Lil Twist, my lil brother He just passed out in the club the other night off that D´usse Threw up on the owner Owner talkin´ about he wanted his money back He wanted half of the money back Twist took all the money and left That´s some Young Money shit