hit it till the bed sink You can lock the lock, I'm fin to rock the twat I'm fin to give your friends something new to talk about Fin to give it to you
can hit it till the bed sink You can lock the lock, I'm fin to rock the twat I'm fin to give your friends, something new to talk about Fin to give it
don't chase Only wear loc's the same as my race All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point that he in another place? Real talk I-I-
j dog and tell him to put his hogs on it No dreams of NBA but I play the game I play the D you mother fu-kers know the name Im talking all night sittin
like me talk to them kids hey now doing the middle of the club is gonna be a fight now hey now, by the looks of their eyes i can see the blood now talk
, hold up, young bitch Bitch, I just don't wanna stop comin' up Uh, it's never too much, the paper I make These other pussy niggaz ain't real, them hoe
young bitch-bitch I just don't wanna stop comin'up [Verse 1: Pimp C] Uhhh it's never too much the paper I make these other pussy niggaz ain't real them
that was two years ago and I'm still living [Hook] [talking:] Real talk nigga, H-A-Dub-K baby S.U.C. MVP baby, my nigga Z-Ro baby Real talk baby, we
(*Talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers
Talks*)Feel me (*Sings*)S.U.C. (*Talks*)That's my clique (*Sings*)S.U.C.. (*Talks*)That's my fam. (*Sings*)And it can't stop... (*Talks*)Till I D-I-E (*
the battlefield (battlefield) So all that bumping gums, and talking down That shit'll get you killed (get you killed) [Z-Ro] I wake up early in the evening, roll myself a cigarillo We talk
but still I keep comin back the hood'll never be the same since we lost Screw and Pat snitches don't know how to act and plus they talkin to the feds only see me conversating with real
(*talking*) Here ye here ye, come one come all An nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked Representing S.U.C.,
(*talking*) It's going down, straight up I'm steady balling, shot calling I'm clowning em baby [Hook] Steady balling, tonight We gon ride while we sipping
of empty things bust the rap and repeat [Hook-Z Ro] Whut Up Now nigga I heard y'all was talkin down on my name talkin down on my name-talkin down on
Only wear loc's the same as my race All I know is stunt, make a hater feel like shit to the point That he in another place? Real talk I-I-I ain't the
to price of a nice... Two holes than a drop a Fraser on If I come around it look like a danger zone Talk shit these bullets will graze ya throat I send it off and they be real
[talking: Trae] Cheyah They say I'm still on that same old shit Ha Ha Okay Let's get it Uh Your now tuned in to the streets Such a regular broadcast had