CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Laid Back
(Funk or Die)
(SDot on the track)
Just jumped off the plane in the Bay on some cold sh*t
I hope they think we ain't lackin', I got four sticks
Paranoid, so I do my verse holdin' a four-fifth
Caught a n***a backin' in the driveway, he got closed in
I ain't taxin' for a verse, I only want ten
When them boys walk in, that's when the show begin
Hold the stick while I walk the strip, I don't hold hands
Just got a pint of Wock' for eight hundred from an old man
Ooh, I'm finna pour an eight instantly
Sh*t, give me half on a pint, come sit with me
Rob the plug, n***a always get bricks for free
You gotta have at least a dub in your pocket, you wanna sit with me
Spent thirty on my first kit, I'm a street n***a
Ghetto Boyz navy, n***a, they can't compete with us
I'm pourin' Wock', you sippin' Tris, it's a drink difference
FNs and .308s, I call 'em public defenders
New batch came out perfect than a b*t*h, I put my feet in it
Pour a four in a can of pop, I tried to f**k my b*t*h and fell asleep in it
Your b*t*h like a deep freezer, put my meat in it
Pu**y got a lil' smell to it, I left skeet in it
Bah-bah, bah-bah, I made a beat in it
How you buy a Charger, didn't get the red key with it?
Chris Paul with the Glock 40, I like to feed n***as
Drop a deuce and f**k a rap b*t*h, I hit for three minutes
A book of twenties on me, I'm in the trenches
I'm hangin' with killers and real snakes, we gorillas
Choppers with hundreds on us, survival of the fittest
If we talkin' 'bout crack cookin', my uncle, he the illest
Freak b*t*h want my turn, she real nasty
Pulled off on my b*t*h, she irritatin', tryna nag me
Told my ho to pull up with my drank and do it fastly
I'm a hood legend, I'm the youngest with a hundred bags
In the stu' with five fullys on me, Ray, f**k the mask
Tray get the hammer, hook comin', that boy mighty fast
Knew you was a b*t*h, you got choked when Dex beat your a**
F**ked a b*t*h with my Rollie on to see what time to blast
In the school with five zips on me, thirty in the cla**
I been Neiman shoppin', naw, f**k it, where the drank at?
Call my n***a down in Castro Valley, where the dank at?
I don't want your b*t*h, boy, I heard she got a stank cat
Catch me in the hood with thirty on me with the eight strapped
If money fix my problems, where the f**k is Reginae at?
Tryna take a trip to Maui just to lay back
(SDot on the track)
Just jumped off the plane in the Bay on some cold sh*t
I hope they think we ain't lackin', I got four sticks
Paranoid, so I do my verse holdin' a four-fifth
Caught a n***a backin' in the driveway, he got closed in
I ain't taxin' for a verse, I only want ten
When them boys walk in, that's when the show begin
Hold the stick while I walk the strip, I don't hold hands
Just got a pint of Wock' for eight hundred from an old man
Ooh, I'm finna pour an eight instantly
Sh*t, give me half on a pint, come sit with me
Rob the plug, n***a always get bricks for free
You gotta have at least a dub in your pocket, you wanna sit with me
Spent thirty on my first kit, I'm a street n***a
Ghetto Boyz navy, n***a, they can't compete with us
I'm pourin' Wock', you sippin' Tris, it's a drink difference
FNs and .308s, I call 'em public defenders
New batch came out perfect than a b*t*h, I put my feet in it
Pour a four in a can of pop, I tried to f**k my b*t*h and fell asleep in it
Your b*t*h like a deep freezer, put my meat in it
Pu**y got a lil' smell to it, I left skeet in it
Bah-bah, bah-bah, I made a beat in it
How you buy a Charger, didn't get the red key with it?
Chris Paul with the Glock 40, I like to feed n***as
Drop a deuce and f**k a rap b*t*h, I hit for three minutes
A book of twenties on me, I'm in the trenches
I'm hangin' with killers and real snakes, we gorillas
Choppers with hundreds on us, survival of the fittest
If we talkin' 'bout crack cookin', my uncle, he the illest
Freak b*t*h want my turn, she real nasty
Pulled off on my b*t*h, she irritatin', tryna nag me
Told my ho to pull up with my drank and do it fastly
I'm a hood legend, I'm the youngest with a hundred bags
In the stu' with five fullys on me, Ray, f**k the mask
Tray get the hammer, hook comin', that boy mighty fast
Knew you was a b*t*h, you got choked when Dex beat your a**
F**ked a b*t*h with my Rollie on to see what time to blast
In the school with five zips on me, thirty in the cla**
I been Neiman shoppin', naw, f**k it, where the drank at?
Call my n***a down in Castro Valley, where the dank at?
I don't want your b*t*h, boy, I heard she got a stank cat
Catch me in the hood with thirty on me with the eight strapped
If money fix my problems, where the f**k is Reginae at?
Tryna take a trip to Maui just to lay back
