Tonalità: G minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Never was the type
to play the strip heavy
Cause my flip jack work wonders
when I'm getting
Shit, you lookin' at the new age
Tommy Vercetti
Worked my way through the ranks,
Spanish cat with a Shetty
Left hand with the deuce,
right hand with the Henny
You can hate all you want,
but I'm destined for plenty
Shit, politickin' with the same niggas
Four -fifth grippin' with the same hitters
Dope stamps solidify, what name is it?
Shit quiet, no indictment
for them vain hitters
The sniff and the bang is like
a strong nine on em
One time talkin' they shit
like niggas is dyin' from it
Fuck 12, nigga, that's word to Manolo
Up in Preciosa,
I eatin' chicharron de pollo
Reapin' what I sow, homie,
bout time I get there
Any events I go to,
niggas throwin' up they sets there
Dark side, fucker,
any place I represent there
Cause the streets got wind
that you not from the place you rep, yeah
I'm really from the east, homie,
let's talk about it
Cattel by the diddy bot,
might wanna walk around it
Them real hustlas and them yams,
you ain't never cop
All this drugs off you,
spittin' shit is funny, nigga, stop
You mighta chalk a good one like毛巴
but always do the sign of the crows
before I call cowards
Niggas talkin' tough you'll
imagine that
Talkin' that they on a strip
never grab the pat
Niggas say they hold a grip,
then grab a strap
They talkin' money on my hair,
yeah imagine that
Niggas talkin' tough you'll
imagine that
Talkin' that they on a strip,
never grab the pat
Niggas say they hold a grip,
then grab a strap
They talkin' money on my hair,
yeah imagine that
Uh, I never was the type
that would beat pussy
Cody Alamaya, nigga, I'm a big bully
Little rusty gem star in a big hoodie
See me in these streets for dolo,
you know I'm all goody
I don't need a nigga vouch for me
Run up on you in the whip,
pull you out your V
I vanilla ice a nigga off the balcony
You can wife a pussy,
she gave her mouth to me
A buck fifty'll shatter you faggots
Pat your face up like a
Jeff Hamilton jacket
Son, I'm nice with the hands,
and I battle with ratchets
And after we done,
your family can scatter your ashes
And when I spit these bars,
niggas swear they hearin' pun again
Put on the gas face, get the chills,
and have fun again
Got wild thotties,
I'm in love with none of them
Fucked four bitches last week,
your girl was one of them
Told the gun to bitch,
I don't believe in you
Stay in the crib,
I don't wanna be seen with you
The shit she do for me,
you won't believe it's true
I choke the bitch out, and I leave her blue
You the type to get back with her,
mad and start smackin' her
I'm tellin' her to back it up,
you in the crib packin' up
You sucka, you bitch nigga,
I'll show you what a thug about
I state my grace before I put it
in her fuckin' mouth
Niggas talkin' tough, yo, imagine that
Talkin' that they on the strip,
never grab the pack
Niggas say they hold a grip,
then grab a strap
They talkin' money on my head,
yeah, imagine that
Niggas talkin' tough, yo, imagine that
Talkin' that they on the strip,
never grab the pack
Niggas say they hold a grip,
they grab his trap
They talkin' money on my head,
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yeah, imagine that
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