the stash spot I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my dad got Got the chopper, cut the weight, nice in the trash box Nigga be on paper, so himmed up from the bad
City Byrd Gang (EASTSIDE) Hardbody That Purple City Byrd Gang [Un-Kasa] Catch me O.t. maybach wit' a bitch 2 macks strapped to the lips Now rapidly spit 2 bad
been tried before, my shit's stress, with no lactose at all I mean I'm just limpin' 'cuz right now I see the profit Show me some grams I chop it, show
gone have to pick me a name To place cross the face of my new runway International roller, while y'all still ridin' round local Crusin' through in somethin' chopped
the top down, lit like a lamp Blowing out the amp, trying to bump a tramp Most niggers couldn't afford to have a drop top So they got they shit cut at the chop
bullet proof vestin grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser then I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre When I, cross your path you're havin a bad day Cos I
good shit to post Tryin' to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke But here goes 5 G's and dubs You can probably catch mo' 'cause I chop
others sing I don't see you eating a talking bird Pigs smell bad and roll in pooh But so do kids and elderly I don't see you chop of an old man's feet
wise somethin' that you should know You're not a bad boy, you're puttin' on a show You talking bad, creepin' up on Rusko So keep creep crawling 'cause
says the learning starts burning, he aint certain, now hes standing on the side of the curb, trying to make a profit off herb, he's only 13, chopping
'm filled with lil pills of Ritalin riddle middle men To rob Bailey and Biddle again tell a friend I use men like Mennen in my armpit, I'm bad I can't
, go on then draw for the tool Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool I will lick a man in the jaw side with a stool I'm a real bad boy but
(That's right) Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay? Come on children, clap along (Shut up) Sing along children Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South
in a zone like a ziplock Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up. Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck. Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks like Sheila E Bad
Don't fuck with me all, i'm in your zone like a ziplock Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up. Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brick truck. (?) Bad
s Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score me some lap dances I'm 'bout to relapse, so baby, pour me some Jack Daniels Formula 44D and 40's with bad capsules The bad
my collection Adorns my rooms on bamboo poles Used to be a little But a little got more and more Now I'm craving yours Night brings bad dreams Bad dreams
I followed that dream Just like those guys do way up on the screen Drove a chopped up challenger Down route 9 Through the dead ends and all the bad scenes