Like we always do about this time.
Huh, huh, huh.
That gangster * right here, man.
Make a nigga wanna hit the shop.
Ride the foothill strip, man.
Post up on that Fillmore block.
Huh,
you love some LL,
but hey,
just West Coast knock.
The lock will watch your pistols, man.
Squeeze them and pop.
I'm on the mode being told that the drop in the hit.
I've been pinching up the prices 950 a
zip touchdown bling bling in your pieces.
I'm snatching when you California living.
That's a chain reaction.
Play the game and anything going kick the kick for real cousin.
My niggas play a chip for chip masked
up strapped up going lit for lit.
Then a fire up the block and having hotter than *.
Why geez,
oh geez,
gangster Crips and blood hustlers and headbusters all show me love.
I spit this love like * because it's
all I see smoke on the sack drinking.
Yeah, and it's all on me.
You put a * with a hitter.
You niggas are soft and I'm a keep
the * cracking because the hook.
I'm on if you got a six-four make it hot.
And if you sitting on 20s hit the block
hit the block for the Crips in the buzz.
The bitches are Club, man.
It's California.
Let them watch.
Stop.
Stop.
You got a six-four make it hot.
And if your cousin got fired,
let it not let it not.
We can go to the land.
Meet you and your friends.
Like this, man.
It's just somebody running with this West Coast.
Click gang banging getting into some gangster *.
My thugged out attitude got him giving it up.
Once I opened up my mouth,
then they let me * disrespecting with that.
*.
I'm hitting them up.
And if it's XO Remy, then I'm tilting the cup.
Staff T's rocking jeans with a crease in the cuff and I smoke.
No trees at the blunt.
I stuck.
They said * with Swiss beasts.
Does that ride and drop?
But don't * with my beacons.
Could you believe me?
My G's rise.
Take your say.
We just met after the show.
The whole is giving me.
It ain't a thing running game and I'm holding my own.
You niggas walking on these streets that I don't
stitch and song West Coast lactose with the brown top.
We're talking too much blow.
Might get you pop cooking houses,
both houses for the dope bean spot.
So we can have some with a sit.
Well, I'll go.
Please not just California pop one year that would do
you show and I'm a ride when you niggas ain't ride.
No more.
If you got a six, four, make it happen.
If you sit in on 20s,
hit the block,
hit the block,
put a cribs in the blood.
I'm a club.
Most California, let them watch.
That's got a six, four, make it happen.
And if your cousin got fired,
let it not let it not go to the land.
Meet you and your friends.
Make it crack.
It's gone.
Nigga, * a hoe.
I'm a running high, though.
Play with some chaps.
Keep it hot and still go.
Ask young silk about some young mess.
I run with hot boys.
You say that's platinum, right?
Come on, you * with me.
You 925.
My sister 950. And again,
we play with metal man.
It's your birdies and like Russian lead.
I follow us in the dirt.
Homie, my frost bit.
No, did we?
Does we ride does no small *.
I left Frisco with the Cali green.
It heaps.
It's smoke big man.
It's simply a six, four, make it happen.
And if you sit in on 20s,
hit the block,
hit the block,
put a cribs in the blood.
It's in the blood.
It's a club.
It's California.
Let them watch.
Stop.
If you got a six, four, make it happen.
And if your cousin got fired,
let it not let it not go to the land.
Meet you and your friends.
Let it crack.
And if it's going to pop,
if you got a six,
four,
make it happen.
And if you sit in on 20s,
hit the block,
hit the block,
put a cribs in the blood.
So it's a club.
It's got a * big monster.
I won't stop.
If you got a six, four, make it happen.