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Nigga I tell the bitch quit Sit down, shut up and floss my shit My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it So sit down, shut up and roll my shit Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me Now take this money and hold this up for me Now let it soak for me Now bitch is you ready? I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it When I infiltrate Des Moines sometimes I feel like goin' back to sleep But I gotta keep this product on the street Tryna take over my turf Stretch me out in a hurse cause that is what it's worth Songtexte Baby momma keeps sweatin' it nigga, cause the rent's due Twon son's, daughter on the way, I think I'm French too Get out on the streets stack the money like bill Gates And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight Livin' in compent, some say it's suicide Crossin' the street and catch a bullet from a drive by My homie Dan's got it sippin' on a séance So many dead homies When I hear about it I can't cry I lost my grandmother, that's when I flipped Only decision to make now, blood or a crip Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my Lac Put the dope in the front, hop in the back It was like that Nigga I tell the bitch quit Sit down, shut up and floss my shit My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it So sit down, shut up and roll my shit Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me Now take this money and hold this up for me Now let it soak for me Now bitch is you ready? I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it Throwin' some clothes, grab the 4 and hit the back door Pop the back gate and meet the fiends by the liquor store Cops drop by, lookin' at us like we stole somethin' They hit the brakes, that's when everybody starts runnin' 8 ball in my sock, spring down the block Cut through the projects and that's when I threw Glock God damn it felt good to be a home free The city don't sleep, right next to Long Beach Art of survivin', this motherfuckin' jungle Runnin' with the wrong niggas, that will take you under That's what happened to my nigga Big Wheel Trusted the wrong bitch, that's what got his ass killed A blunt and some Hennessey, a lot of good memories How do you survive when everybody's your enemy? Before you brush your teeth grab your strap Cause niggas will pull the jack and bitches will peel you kak Believe that Nigga I tell the bitch quit Sit down, shut up and floss my shit My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it So sit down, shut up and roll my shit Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me Now take this money and hold this up for me Now let it soak for me Now bitch is you ready? I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it Ain't nothin' better than a down ass bitch When you're locked up in the pen and she sellin' you neck and flicks On the tear, reminiscin' like a mother Two strikes on the case file, locked up state Now tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to be a father to my kids? Son gang bangin' cause his daddy doin' nine years And that happens in every hood in America Shoot your own brother up and wonder why they scared of ya And your momma at home without a back bone Your girl gettin' tired of waitin' so she get her back blown By your homie, that used to be your man And you can't do shit cause you're sittin' in the can And when you get out, you'll probly go and kill this nig On the third strike, man the jury 'bout to kill this nigga That's why I don't trust a nigga or a bitch Cause either way a nigga always ends up caught up in some shit Nigga I tell the bitch quit Sit down, shut up and floss my shit My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it So sit down, shut up and roll my shit Now smoke with me, I got my folk with me Now take this money and hold this up for me Now let it soak for me Now bitch is you ready? I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it Yea Game recognize game, nephew See, when a bitch with me she know if to talk She gon sit down, shut the fuck up and roll motherfuckin' weed Talkin' is not an issue, you understand me? Bitch, you do as I say When I tell you to talk, you talk and I ain't told you to talk so shut the fuck up You hear me? Real pimp shit nigga West Coast We stay keepin' our hoes in check Hey, that's your own problem man Bitches takin' your all equip, runnin' you niggas crazy Got niggas wanna kill like yourself Man, fuck a bitch man I grab a bitch, same dizzle and wizzle You understand me? I keep bitches like I keep weed I got blueberry, AK-47, train reck Whatever you need You dig? That's it Aus Songtexte Mania