Letras:
Four Hands

: Drums A little guitar, please One, two, three, four Demi Lovato I hope you're ready for the time of your life Just look at me I put a gleam in your

iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle patron When them other hoes call I hand her the phone And she hand

I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'm that nigga in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me

communicatin with them boys I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit They see a nigga stones look sick And I gotta stack of singles in my hand

I grabbed my shit It was a chrome four five with the kung fu grip Stuffed it inside my dickies as I jumped out the car Kept my hand on the trigger as

When I'm just the new cat That was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot back Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand

m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [The Game] Drive fast, both hands

, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand

standin on that corner like a stop sign Everytime you spotted they call it shot time Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands You important if a