Dre I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked
that '64 you got me ridin' in nigga Coast to coast G on the checkin' [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yo I kick back and snap at 'em Sometimes throw thick stacks of trap
going round in circles It`s a Catch 22 Yes, we`re flying round in circles It`s a Catch 22 Yes, we`re rocking round in circles It`s a Catch 22
strip club just to watch that ass clap (uh huh uh huh) Niggas buck we gon bust em ASAP (uh huh uh huh) This rap shit boomin like this shit a trap (uh
hang him by a ropa Hit em with the choppa, call that shit hot lava Call me waka flocka aka young wild nigga Aka young drug dealer Got purp, got kush, got pills got white In the trap
wit the choppa Call that shit hot lava Call me waka flocka aka young wild nigga Aka young drug dealer Got purp, got kush, got pills got white In the trap
with the choppa Call that shit hot lava Call me waka flocka aka young wild nigga Aka young drug dealer Got purp, got kush, got pills got white In the trap
bitch dick for free see it costs for the boss SL with the top down, riding round sitting next to something sauce ha! the RockStar in the building theres a rock
some pictures then I'm gone Instead of going to a mansion, I'm headed back to the block It's time to get the trap cracking, I move marijuana and crack rock
like midnight rains hailin Got me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain't tryin to be trapped on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies Brainstorm
(feat. A3 & Jay Rock) [2Pac:] Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what's next Tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do Now what's next Caught
fall off Pay attention Screaming Bye bye bitches Untouchable sound (ugh) Ride or die niggas And we hunting you down Representing all the real niggas stuck in the trap
get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks I'd rather go
probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, they shoulda killed me as a baby And now they got me trapped in the storm, I'm goin crazy Forgive me;
nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppers Hangin on the block, slangin rocks
fucka slingin' cane. So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on. Always in the spot with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks. Shit don't stop
taxed, bring a gat back That's not the way we made it [Soul] That's just the way it is [both] Slangin rocks, in front of niggaz kids [Pac] I came up