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I’m from the hardknock academy
Automatically had to be
Carryin’ automatics sprayin’ sporadic, inaccuarate
Clips to the back of it
Barrel cockin’ immaculate
Learn to move packages in and outta Los Angeles
We savages
Bustin off rounds sprayin’ banana clips
Knockin’ pounds off ’em like Anna Nicole Smith
Shit, I’m in the hood walkin’ with choppers
Cockin’ and poppin’ and coppers glocks be talkin’ like
Blocketie, block, block and I probably popped Hoffa
And possibly just forgot where I tossed ’im
This nigga’s obnoxious
Me and Top got your bitch in the cockpit
She wanna pitstop, just to see how the cock spit
These bosses deposit the profits
Then watch as we cop it on top of the ostrich and foxes
I used to be a lil bastard with stress
Now I’m a boss where I’m from with Alaska on my chest, yes!

See I know you like my swagger
No strap when I come through
Chain hangin’ like Ali Baba
Know me, you know how I do
The way that I move, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
’Cause I’m too smooth, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
I thought you knew, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
But you ain’t got a clue, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)

Who in the hell left the gate open? (Drama)
I put it down for the wild, wild west
Like them 1800’s and dem stagecoaches
If I ain’t strapped then my blaze pokin’
If it ain’t a 600 big body then the Six Four hundred spokin’
The drama spokesman - streets endorsed ’im
I’d rather be openin’ up my nine then closin’ my coffin
I’m from West Covina, this ain’t Compton
Still money passed around like we takin’ the offerin’
I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
When they see the sad happy faces
Then they know that the drama’s on
It’s the west coast back at your front door
We up close and personal
Ain’t done ’til the curtains close
Could be friend or foe, love it or hate it
I’m the king but I play with the Aces
Run up to find out I keep it loaded like bases
Your wire’s in your mouth and these ain’t braces

See I know you like my swagger
No strap when I come through
Chain hangin’ like Ali Baba
Know me, you know how I do
The way that I move, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
’Cause I’m too smooth, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
I thought you knew, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
But you ain’t got a clue, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)

See when I walk through the door
Wonder why these fake niggas jackin’ me for
On display like I came from a store
Posin’ like a mannequin in front of your ho
Up front block, more than 50 deep now
Convicts surround the whole compound
’Cause you don’t really want what you’re starin’ at
Clip full of bullets, don’t mind sharin’ that fact

See I know you like my swagger
No strap when I come through
Chain hangin’ like Ali Baba
Know me, you know how I do
The way that I move, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
’Cause I’m too smooth, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
I thought you knew, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
But you ain’t got a clue, nigga (ya neva gonna get it)
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Přidáno: 9. 10. 2009 - 18:34 | Aktualizováno: 9. 9. 2010 - 8:00 | Kategorie: Písničky | ID: 3213

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