CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Antisocial
I remember when I had a clip (Yeah!)
Like E-40 my blocka was thick, we hop in the whips
For the guap you blacking, then we poppin' the blick
You lost in the brick, and I cough [?]
Me and my partners we was droppin' the hits
Hella locking this b*t*h, but it stopped and it sits
Nobody left as me I'm rocking it with
I don't feel like I'm still with the game (Nah!)
All I need to go back and I'm blacking bane (What?)
But I'm 'bout to be fifty, I'm [?]
'Bout going out and be iffy now with the fame (Aha!)
But I keep the 50 Cal with me need be
Can't let the Tribulus hit me easily
Ripping out indie ground if he sees me
My blicky start itching now quickly, hehe
Whatevеr reason I get caught desеrted
But I'm three dimensional, so this thought's immersive
I don't know something from my lips brought the curses
Feeling like a preacher that done p*ssed off in church, missed all the verses
It's far from the truth
I'm still the same, I'm still bringing you bars from the booth
My homie's missing, I'm feeling embarred from my roots
I never swallowed, [?]
No talking I'm feeling I'm anti-social
Back in the day really needed my n***as to stain my vocals
No money can't buy the camaraderie
Never you can't buy, folks know
No matter how much we don't link up forever, I stand by rojo
Like E-40 my blocka was thick, we hop in the whips
For the guap you blacking, then we poppin' the blick
You lost in the brick, and I cough [?]
Me and my partners we was droppin' the hits
Hella locking this b*t*h, but it stopped and it sits
Nobody left as me I'm rocking it with
I don't feel like I'm still with the game (Nah!)
All I need to go back and I'm blacking bane (What?)
But I'm 'bout to be fifty, I'm [?]
'Bout going out and be iffy now with the fame (Aha!)
But I keep the 50 Cal with me need be
Can't let the Tribulus hit me easily
Ripping out indie ground if he sees me
My blicky start itching now quickly, hehe
Whatevеr reason I get caught desеrted
But I'm three dimensional, so this thought's immersive
I don't know something from my lips brought the curses
Feeling like a preacher that done p*ssed off in church, missed all the verses
It's far from the truth
I'm still the same, I'm still bringing you bars from the booth
My homie's missing, I'm feeling embarred from my roots
I never swallowed, [?]
No talking I'm feeling I'm anti-social
Back in the day really needed my n***as to stain my vocals
No money can't buy the camaraderie
Never you can't buy, folks know
No matter how much we don't link up forever, I stand by rojo
