I like this even though it has er... rap... shudders. I do hope they catch him riding dirty (thats how yah spell it), and send him away for however long it takes for him to realise what he did was wrong. Still like this style.
Thank you! :D I don't know why I wrote those lyrics. They have nothing to do with anything, so fear not. Oh yeah, I purposely spelled those words wrong. I'm not too retarded. :)
+Jeez, I could hardly read those lyrics! Why are they doing all of that anyway? They have money. They can probably pay themselves out of all of that.
I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire Chamillionaire
Yeah, my bruthas is gonna catch that, fo reya'll. Look in the rear-view, look out. :)
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+Jeez, I could hardly read those lyrics! Why are they doing all of that anyway? They have money. They can probably pay themselves out of all of that.
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
Chamillionaire
Yeah, my bruthas is gonna catch that, fo reya'll. Look in the rear-view, look out. :)
Like the use of orange lines, instead of plain old black.