i'm 'bout to blow me a dubi need a swig of grand cru to take the pain away the sour sarinates my soul we sell seven bricks of caine today what's the matter
what ya hold i'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies
see ya at the crossroads show me some love
niggaz tried they best to hurt me
come and test the birdie i'm tom brady
you a testeverde yeah
old
washed-up with no arm strength he don't show no remorse
he ain't got a consciencehe ain't got the don sense to be the boss who that nigga they they talkin' 'bout
that he need the cost biggavel'
bet i prove 'em wrong again just like the last wavei only get the money
hit the honeys that be nasty blast me
caught 'em off the lean
took his breath away the ratchay
tore him off his jeans
took his vest away spend 50
put the rest away
tuck my metal hold 750 for a rainy day
cause you'll never know know he got that better blow
ds tried to crept strong the ds'll steal a 9 even when stepped on the sourman
throw me dub
the powderman
show me love 95 off a high-speed drive
i'm 'bout to blow me a dubi need a swig of grand cru to take the pain away the sour sarinates my soul we sell seven bricks of caine todaywhat's the matter
what ya hold i'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies
see ya at the crossroads show me some love nigga better show me some love man
all this wave i bring to the game y'all niggaz better biggavel' that love man might have to go back in
ya know might have to go do that 30
ya know fuck it
ya know i'm a leave you niggaz that wave though boss don biggavel'
byrd gang gotta love it
yeah public domain 2 shit for you niggaz baby so wavy shouts to my boy midel barrio got the smiley faces back in the building nigga al pac
what's good baby
gain greeneron gida
mike bruno
ya knowit is what it is
i'm 'bout to blow me a dubi need a swig of grand cru to take the pain away the sour sarinates my soul we sell seven bricks of caine todaywhat's the matter
what ya hold i'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies