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Talkin' All That
Lyricist:Ramone Johnson, Ricky Mckenzie Ii Parham
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We're renegades, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We're renegades, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hit me up, man
Bitch I'm from the [Incomprehensible], yo' hood ain't no realer You the pussy ass nigga livin' next to the killer I'm the killer that moved out of the block And head back to the hood, when I'm movin' my rock
You can find me on a dark road, dark clothes Yay' in the console and God knows I make grip off blow Shit, I could get rich off blows My nation affiliation, pitch forks I've chose
What the fuck you gon' do? We bang back hammers I'm a six point star in a gray bandana I'd die for this, nigga, you rhyme for this Pussy, I ride for this and did time for this
That's why I'm convinced you fear that I'm convicted Until elevens in soaps and some gangsta shit, man Guess who gorillas leave tats in fragments? Two shots through your cabbage and gas from Ca$h
Pussy niggaz always talkin' that shit What you flaggin', who you bangin' with? I don't give a fuck You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin' with, I don't give a fuck
Pussy niggaz talkin' all that shit What you flaggin' in your bangin' whip? I don't give a fuck You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin' with 'cause I don't give a fuck
Tip our levels and scarce piece, a meal beast We'll creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat Niggaz scream, ‽Fuck me, he luckyâ€, when I blast it I left respect enough for an open casket
Way to go Ca$his, boost up my ego Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle Folk of the century, rollin' with peoples The Omen, the sequel, the more they will see you
Close kin, Molotov close to no skin His momma pretends that she doesn't know him I'm the reason, for the whole 'Say No' slogan Doped in folk and loc'ed if provokin' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Got a brand new thing with the scope in Leave your family with the wake for hostin' I'll collect enough snow to my hands the Aspens I'm the realest nigga 'round here, ask for Ca$his, folk
Pussy niggaz always talkin' that shit What you flaggin', who you bangin' with? I don't give a fuck You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin' with, I don't give a fuck
Pussy niggaz talkin' all that shit What you flaggin' in your bangin' whip? I don't give a fuck You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin' with 'cause I don't give a fuck
Loadin' the cup folk, loadin' it up tote Hang fire up, I choke from the gun smoke That's on the boss, man, my Nina Ross came Place gangbangers into a coffin
This is renegades, Rick not really paid Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed Full bricks of raw, nigga, that's really weight While my work is foldin', now that's really cake
Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate I'm a degenerate black bandit, livin' ape Niggaz dig in they pockets like DJ's dig in crates If you cuttin' my profits, you gon' in to dish some cake
Heckler & Koch and glass and vodka I'm the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O.C. Niggaz never son me, I was born O.G. fo'
Pussy niggaz always talkin' that shit What you flaggin', who you bangin' with? I don't give a fuck You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin' with, I don't give a fuck
Pussy niggaz talkin' all that shit What you flaggin' in your bangin' whip? I don't give a fuck You can live in the hood and shit But remember who you bangin' with 'cause I don't give a fuck
Aiyyo, Alchemist Let's play 'em some of that new Stat Quo shit, man
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