That got pac and big shot The thicks blocks Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself told the gun To know the run then get shot Ive
clubs, wild fires Hot bods, street rods, everybody's packing heat The wet sand, rock band, out to get a nice tan tan lines, parking fines, gotta do what
't get me wrong, I don't mean disrespect There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect And they boldly put their lives on the line To protect
I'm limpin That ho get outta line, I'm a show her why I'm pimpin That '08 Porsche look lovely while I'm in it And it didn't get the picture because money
magnets closer The demographics of where my rap hits Towers of above my peers, from where I control air traffic [PackFM] Eargasmic lyrics - multiples
my wratchet Buck in my bread basket Ear drums soft from lead to Bounce off the floor injured my leg in traffic Headed towards the Mackland But its hard as hell to walk a straight line
to be Some of them a worth leave the nights Gal a stick out pon a my night Yo-a The gal fit lack of traffic Man them burn cloche and try don't get her
with bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get
big brother's Pelle Pel' lingers of a fargone weed smoke Lookin' for greener pastures, pasturized 2% for $2.19 You can get 2 quarts, there's also a sale on Newports A seperate line
got pac and big shot The thicks blocks Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself told the gun To know the run then get shot Ive been
don't get me wrong, I don't mean disrespect There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect And they boldly put their lives on the line To protect
Invadin my privacy They even got camera's on traffic lights watchin me Claimin thatthey stoppin me From commitin crimes While ya slowly shortenin the size of Public Assistance lines