Laissez nous faire et laissez nous dire Ce que l'on a sur le coeur Laissez nous le faire en douceur Le dire avec des fleurs C'est un bouquet de
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system
from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama
record advance and bought a style We the only crew that came original while a lot of other brothers just mimic the pile The pile that's only designed for pop
blocks shit Traffic in the streets system All in your jeep knocks shit Julio for no reason back the fifth And he cocks it Rock shit, we make niggas mad And wanna pop
all the masses 'Cause the first thing I need when I've got a new beat Is to see how it sounds/echoing off the street I just take it for a spin Pop the
what he had in store He opened the door and found the bag under the floor Not a peep, always working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop Open the box and
I ain't tryna be locked up under consolatory Like it don't stop Nigga I stop for food How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you Hushed out in the drop
nigga they pay my bills I gotta be dead in prison nigga for me to chill I asked a trick the other day why he pop pills He told me I'll pop 'em too if
ya'll niggas can't tell me nothin. Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz n the Hood, whoever thought Gangsta Rap would make noise in the hood, when the cars ride by with the boomin system
[Verse 1:] This one is for the boys with the boomin' system Top down, AC with the coolin' system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks
the bar We pop champagne 'cause we got that dough Let me hear you say aah If you want me, say aah And we don't buy no drinks at the bar We pop champagne
pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who
blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin' it quick Another child got hit, bullshit Pop-pop-pop
night my nigga Ice-T had to pop a cop I write the chop-chop lyrics, tryin' not to scratch the detail I put 'em through the system, slang 'em out at full
My glock pop from blocks you can feel it G-G-G-G-G-G, It's the muthaf-ckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G...Its the muthaf-
G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all n***** better act right When we got the tops down you can hear the systems
