this another lazy evening
High as a motherfuck
My brody's bout to sweat,
here's what's happening in the life
A couple of drinks with the set,
chilled out, smoothed out
Cause now I'm making records,
ain't no ho shit going on
The only lokes I fuck with handle
B as in the
C
Getting cashed off is a major
fucking thing to me
My patterns is for dollars in fact
I can put my set on the map,
then sit back, relax
Cause this what niggas be struggling for
The largest way to represent the set
And make that mo money mo
And about the hoes, oh the hoes
Nigga they poverty,
giving up they cash
No respect for the hoes, I use they ass
Now how many niggas you know
could say that shit
And the hoes still fuck with it?
That's livin' a lie
All my loafs to the brain is livin' a lie
High as a motherfucker
All the chronic alone could puff it
All the drank niggas can't sleep
And so many bitches callin'
Everybody wanna see them mellow
C's
But they can't see what we see
Comin' peep out the scene
Niggas wanna separate
with that lifestyle shit
But they can't see me
Comin' ride with
GBC
And they say some niggas want gang,
some niggeros want some funk
And everybody want a dump
and everybody want that shit
But they drunk, now I'm confused,
everything was flowin' kinda simple
I guess it's toe up
cause this is the season
This type's the shit that make me sick
We the shit, block style, one block,
California
Peep a niggero on ya, baby
Niggas wanna hear that
G shit, well here it goes, here it goes
Baby, if you pep like men's everyday drama,
it's so central
What's that?
The sound of gunshots,
the sound of gunshots
Waking me up like a clown,
niggas droppin' like drums
For the co -hosts,
representin' and blockin'
Not for an eyes, not for a drive -by,
so gather the homies up
Rollin' like nine -corns deep on the creek,
cuz I ain't
Miss
Kim so far
I'm in the cut with the homies from the
South
Side
Smokin' up some water,
dead bodies in the trunk for three days
Automatic manslaughter,
teasin' them back in the coupe
With enough gaps,
they catch us federal case
Spoke in
Thai, already high, takin'
Cisco straight to the face
Don't forget about the other
seven carloads for the locs
Ready to hoo, ride,
an d light up these motherfuckers good
As if it was 4th of
July
Just cause we focused,
just cause we loved
And we're claiming that heinous sin
Just cause you're shocked,
just cause you got
This is a night you'll never forget
No power likes drama, power likes drama
And drama just pop, pop
Just like a sub squeezing that trigger
And them victims like drop, drop
So come with a nigga on a mission
I fill my head low
Where niggas ain't bull shitting
The set tripping,
that's on that heinous
Now as I box in my crib,
I dug into her ribs
Living up to
Loki's name
Representing and recognizing
Dankin' bitches kept me occupied and high,
though my drink is down to the ice
Still I live the life I crept,
through your set
Licked that ass, hit my side and slept
Woke to hella locs,
and the smell of chronic smoke
No chokin' and no bitches here
We masturbatin', sawed off,
sippin' or pausin'
Instigatin' fear, got s my woman
Trippin' off some gangster shit,
I did though
Really a date like we's, married and gots kids
I ain't gonna be the one
who came in with
I'm hellbent and show all my shells I've spent
another day up in this ghetto environment
And still I seek the largest
way to represent my side
LOC's for the non -fine