Palm Tree, Palm Tree, it's me, Pretty Bitches, from the L.A.
Keep my shop on, it's going down
Cause gangsters make the world go round
Shop what, baby, put it down
Palm Tree, Pretty Bitches, it's the Cadillac
Making moves through the day, parking all through the night
Gangsters make the world go round
Shop what, baby, put it down
Palm Tree, Pretty Bitches, it's the Cadillac
Making moves through the day, parking all through the night
626, back up on the scene
Shot a motherfucker with a Danny Boy team
Kelly Lifestyle, homie, that's the way that I stroll
Mottin' on the block with a Glock, got patrol
Sunny days, dark nights, on the streets, it's the best
Hit the phone, I ain't from that wicked, wicked west
Palm Tree, Pretty Bitches, hittin' switches in my ride
I got fun and back, inside the side
Glock, Glock, Glock
And coast up on the Dayton's, while most robbers hatin'
Cause they high in the Zane, dissipatin'
Meet the road up on the 6th, so much ice, they gettin' wet
Certified gangster, princess cut, channel sick
You should stop, drop and roll, if animosity's what you bring
Cause you fuckin' with the king, that'll drop you in the ring
Southside soldier from that San Gabriel Valley
Southern Nile, Lhasa, Westside, motherfuckin' kid in Cali
Gangsters make the world go round
Shop what, baby, put it down
Palm Tree, Pretty Bitches, it's the Cadillac
Makin' moves through the day, partin' all through the night
Gangsters make the world go round
Shop what, baby, put it down
Palm Tree, Pretty Bitches, it's the Cadillac
Makin' moves through the day, partin' all through the night
You got your Bud, blazin' the cream
If you got your drink, yeah, raise the cup
All bullshit aside, get strictly to the point
Tell the homie in the back, it's a pass with a joint
Fill my glass again, bend the corner real quick
Hit the curb, now I swerve, spillin' drank up all my day
I see the fuckin' cops, so I park and hit the lights
Get a bird huntin' for a suspect with a searchlight
Moon bright in the sky, air rushin' in the car
Roll up to the dope house, cookin' crack up in the draw
Windows boarded up on me so we can't get caught
And arsenal full of weapons in case they start makin' shots
One, two, three, set it, gun jump, back up in the mix
On another mission to run deep up in some literature
So I jump on the cellar, tryin' to make somethin' crack
Rollin' from deep two in the front and two in the back
Gangsters make the world go round
Shy boy, baby, blow the damn palm
Twins pretty bitches, it's the Cadillac
Makin' moves through the day, partin' off through the night
Gangsters make the world go round
Shy boy, baby, blow the damn palm
Twins pretty bitches, it's the Cadillac
Makin' moves through the day, partin' off through the night
There's a party goin' down, so homie, here we come
Pop those disrespects, my bottle, yo, they better fuckin' run
Cause I fear no man, and a bitch I never trust
Ready to bust, it's a must, all eyes on us
Turnin' heads up in the crowd, music bangin' up loud
You know what I'm about, step up and get knocked down
Have you steppin' down the barrel to meet your fuckin' mate
If you have a bad bitch, shy boy, it's gonna take her
Misunderstandings get handled with violence
So I suggest you shut your mouth and keep it inside
Have you steppin' down the barrel to meet your fuckin' mate
Surrounded by chalk, plates wrapped up in tape
Live on the crack, you feelin' bust up, you're fuckin' great
Nobody's tryin' to trip, so it's all tip again
High and dark and heavy like a fuckin' new that they will
So we smash out, blast now, spinnin' 13 strokes
Hit the shopping with a boo, a blunt, a bomb, wish to poke
Gangsters make the world go round
Shy boy, baby, blow the damn palm
Twins pretty bitches, it's the Cadillac
Makin' moves through the day, partin' off through the night
Gangsters make the world go round
Shy boy, baby, blow the damn palm
Twins pretty bitches, it's the Cadillac
Makin' moves through the day, partin' off through the night
Gangsters make the world go round
Shy boy, baby, blow the damn palm
Twins pretty bitches, it's the Cadillac
Makin' moves through the day, partin' off through the night
Gangsters make the world go round
Shy boy, baby, blow the damn palm
We'll see you next time.
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