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Styles P
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G-Joint
作詞:Geoffrey Downes, David Styles, John Kenneth Wetton
Yo, I rock the fuck out I don't know 'bout everyone else
Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, motherfucker Get this straight and fix your face I ain't gotta sell millions, I'm in the buildings With poppy comin' through with them bricks by eight
Listen cocksucker and clown, I'll be leaving you cut You're like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down Niggaz driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back Be the only damn way I'll be fuckin' around
And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin' tha pound And I told you that I'm holiday Styles, let's celebrate Heard you gettin' money, I'll rob you right now
And you gon' get popped in the head, true story Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some Red Me, I'm on the move only stopping for bread Double R and D-Block nigga, copper and lead Whaddup?
Stay in the zone
I don't know why the fuck you amped, yo Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public transpo Niggaz in the hood that go out like Rambo They hot since 138th had that [unverified]
Young Buck, dumb fuck Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the sun's up Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I got class, I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue
I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm on Thirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean Paul Beef wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all On my Slick Rick shit, y'all could lick the balls
I been cool 'coz niggaz is asthma Fuck that, might as well call me pool 'coz I'm gettin' splashed And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash Whaddup?
Pass that blunt, nigga
I'm in the hood where the eggs get knocked off Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off Niggaz ain't scrappin, they bangin' ya The judge don't need a tree branch when they hangin' ya
All y'all fags'll get ate like clams This is a blood sport bitch, you could call me J Van Dam All these so called 'Guerrillas' be tellin' I'ma rag on these Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, motherfucker
Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug? I'm the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of G's Load the lead up and squeeze, I'm a Great Dane, niggaz is fleas
Fuckin' rats can't wait to call cops 'Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops J-Hood bitch, my name rang in the ghetto 'Coz I'm O.G. and I play the streetz like a cello
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