this lil spot on the hush She's like a pop up, mixed with a hot club You can pop up and it even got grub I ride the top dubs, that do not rub That usually
a fuck about a charge And put that heat down if you cookin' in the jar Turn star after dealin' with them all I said fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all
club, they gettin' wild for me And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me These rap cats man they all got they style from me, they all got they style
fleece son You know I'm gang affiliated, don't get naughty. We could call henchmen.. Or we could call shorty. Or we could call Hector.. Or we could call
dried up well nigga do you know your clap We all juveniles, we all been through some trials And some tribulations, I'm in this booth pacin' What do I
Red Sox fitted But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die Suge had me
bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck
it the Bentley with the four colorways? Or the old school sittin on glaze, what could it be? [Bridge/outro:] Do you thing shawty, do your thing shawty, do
ones man, for the churchmen man All them real general niggaz man All them niggaz that's out there man Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real
Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for My money or my glock who do I trust more? I don't know
on out girl and tell me what's (next) Do you love (yes) Do you want me (yes) Than let me rub this oil all on your (flesh) Take you out of them vickies
you ain't gon' do that so motherfucker move back While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats We miss y'all
but - players only Where the players be spendin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncin on the flo' This is how we do behind the player's do' [The Game
: (feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'm from the old hood, somethin like yo' hood Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good So we rock
to camraderie I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get watery Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin club
3 When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga [Chorus] [The Game] I got guns, guns, guns, guns Guns all over the club We in