Fruit Punch
Xzibit,B-Real,Demrick,Brevi,James Savage
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Mama didn't raise no dummy
Give me all you own, can't take nothin' from me
Big bad wolf tryna catch a little bunny
Learned a long time ago that bears need honey
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, no, too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from, you know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes
Comin' outside on you niggas
I'ma West Ride on you niggas
I'ma get the OGs and the BGs
Better find a place to hide 'cause we killers
In my habitat with gorillas
We can take it to the back, I should kill 'em
Nah, let me handle that, let me get 'em
Nigga, we can lock up like the system
You can call the police like a victim
You a First 48 type of nigga, hit 'em (Hit 'em)
Them tear ducts all teared up, didn't hesitate to tell on them niggas
Take a break, it's on, we gon' get 'em
If a motherfucker fake, King Kong and Godzilla
It's that pull up, that bang-bang
We serial killers so we kill 'em
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, no, too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from, you know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes
Today I got time for you niggas
I'ma bottom line on you niggas
I'm about mine, every single dime
Goes for the money and the women
I know you assumed you was winnin'
I'm immune to your venom
Pull the nine from out the denim
Ride and hit 'em, goodbye, good riddance, thank God to get 'em
Never lookin' back, I move ahead (Yeah)
Got another pack to move instead (Yeah)
Livin' like a king, we get the bread (Yeah)
Get away from me, we take your head (Yeah)
We don't leave a clue, no residue (Yeah)
Better have a few rollin' with you (Yeah)
In the four-door with the .44 goin'
Slo-mo, cocked and aimed at you (Yeah)
I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough
I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress
I truly don't give a fuck 'cause I'm ice cold, no love
I'm turned off, no, too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from, you know how we represent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes