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Yeah, yeah La-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da Uh Nigga, the crib got the twelve person staff Security in the grounds keep an armed hand One of the illest niggas on, off land, asphalt or soft sand I been as fast as The Flash, a lil' class and pizzazz Prefer that water for crystal over your wine glass This a different bracket, the ones who really have it This the James Worthy and New Balance Brand new Converse on Magic, the goggles on Kurt Rambis Showtime, whole row of Rolls Royces and the first one mine One of thе living legends, rep thе Eastside Shots fired, claim lives, youngins abandoned they G-ride They set that bitch on fire, the bounty on your head was high, like Finna cash that bitch in, it shine That shit a shame, but that shit be happening all the time They don't know how to cry because them boys desensitized Ambitious and ready to ride, anxious, ready to slide Angry and they outside, we hanging out, we too high You gon' get picked like fruit I'm in New Orleans where the killers got the juice And some suggestions say it might be best I move But if I dipped, who else gon' bring them spaceships through like I do? My car collection special, Jay Leno of the NO SongtexteKept every car I ever bought, each of 'em sentimental Represent the hard work, each one is a symbol Of when I started making real dough for wrecking venues Smoke session continues Eeny, miny, mo, and pick something cold to slip up into I get with you Yeah Yeah, yeah Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches Girl, we smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it Baby, rule number one, don't talk about me 'round your nigga Shit, you gon' have that nigga suspicious We hitting switches on Chev, highway dipping Loose lips sink ships and my ship ain't sinking Yeah I still got my little hood shit in me, you know what I'm saying? I don't really like to be around lot of motherfuckers, you know? I just like to stay to myself or with my immediate niggas And it's kind of hard to do, uh, if you in the limelight 'cause they'll look at you like— you know what I'm saying? You gotta really, you gotta play the role You gotta smile up in motherfuckers faces, you gotta go places you may not wanna go, you have to do things you may not wanna do And it was hard, it's still hard Aus Songtexte Mania