Don't stop never give up hold your hand high and reach the top let the world See what you have got bring it all back to you hold on so what you try to
strings about to get laced What you need chronic homeboy, we got all types Fuck your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipes You know those new 7-60's
dip She be wit me cause she aint like all them other chicks Let you hit, then she split, that's why I got a honey dip From the club to the telly you know
top. But with pointless rapping and pointless clapping only B to Z will never stop. It's twelve fiftizzle and i just got to the bizzle. Boostie's
pit where the brutes live Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest) Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise The boys and girls club
of your house Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood That's a zipper that's sticky California should
heat close Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close *****'s pupils that's
you'll fire up yearn Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool He's the Dude [Hook
Getting on them trains, with that cocaine ya heard Yeah, this for y'all shaking that ass in that club Staying up all night, getting them 10's and 20's
's, Off the beat's the crowd overpleased, Where my nigga's at smoking them tree's, Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's, That's how it is when you
the alpha who would raise like gamma We some amba-s-s a-d-o-r's He saved me, bro, when grace seemed so hard But nevertheless, there's none better the
a 7 foot nigga A 3? blade with seven shots to the liver I was born and bread in the worst of the clubs Roamed in rumors, thugged in clubs I'll hustle
GONE [Hook (x2)] Every time we hit the club Wut we need is 50 deep Purple coat and grichi got everybody keed At the club 7 days a week party be be off
then we up in the club Don't hate baby show some love Let me know what's on your mind Get close let me start to grind Hun, what's on your mind And get
mad cause I'm fucking this woman Get your ass beat put to sleep cause that's b game we too deep I'm what's poppin on grove street I'm smokin kush it feel