songs written by the soul but the gangs in the suburbs among the staves screwed by the swing of blues keep on shouting don?t turn your back of history
gangsta nigga You stupid ass niggaz don't know what a spinnin drum is? That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you Your face, your back, your chest It don
locked, tell mom don't worry [Chorus x2] I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less And if your
dawg I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit [dre] riiight? .. slim, I don’t know if you noticed it But I’ve had your back from day one, nigga
like Boog's gon' become the new fad When you walk into my house you gon' be givin a map Cuz' if you turn the wrong corner you won't find your way back
if youu really don't wanna dance By Standing on the wall Get your back off the wall Tell me How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance By standing
, too much now throw it up Then I'm back up on it, sippin that tonic, baby fill my cup And ya don't stop, git it, git it I say don't stop, git it, git it Party don't
But every nigga on my block can't stop And he won't and he don't stop Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang And rookies ain't the only
Back the fire armor and pop your car Nigga watch me shatter your windshield with a rock guitar We be them zero tolerance niggas I'll turn on your ass
gang bang, you on some T-Pain sh-t, chop the pop… watch the flame til its whip then I’m back to the block sh-t, brack sh-t, hot sh-t, hit em in the chest
Can't stop me nigga, my mind too militant God blessed me with a chin And a heavy right-left combination that'll cave your face in So don't make me hurt
s only me and her because the Bugatti a coupe It's blood gang slime but I parlay with Snoop I ain't lying I shoot, you don't need signs for proof Turn
don't give a muthafuck I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck I come for you and your kids like nigga what Niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger
