Who Got Flows
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Straight from the streets
Love Seale nigga
West Coast mobsters
Real niggas out here representin'
Worldwide, you know what I'm sayin'?
Love Seale
Niggas put it down out here on the streets
Take control of what you hear
You dig?
Out here, parkin' lot members
We rockin' this shit up
You dig?
Who got flows? Who knock hoes?
Who flip bricks, flip mics, get dough?
Who shit honey, hot wax on they tummy
Run back for the money? You know
Who got flows? Who knock hoes?
Who flip bricks, flip mics, get dough?
Who shit honey, hot wax on they tummy
Run back for the money? You know
Money, big cars, only hit stars
Wanna be niggas get stomped at the bars
Bailin' like you bangin', ain't even claimin'
Innocent bystanders when they start flamin'
Stayin' in the vest, layin' way in the West
Surrounded by killers, maintainin' the stress
Fuck with me, die, gangbangers ride
Teflon hollow tips is the only surprise
Best realize, we the tough guys
First to fear for runnies when we rough ride
Fuck a stunt guy, mouth on a cunt guy
Faggot every fight that get stumped guy
I be the pocket lump guy, chocolate blunt guy
If you ever cross me nigga, we leave you slumped guy
Fuck a sorry ass nigga, we down to bump guy
When the Magnum dump out, we leave you crump guy
Who got flows? Who knock hoes?
Who flip bricks, flip mics, get dough?
Who shit honey, hot wax on they tummy
Run back for the money? You know
Who got flows? Who knock hoes?
Who flip bricks, flip mics, get dough?
Who shit honey, hot wax on they tummy
Run back for the money? You know
Who break bricks and gun 'em with big clips?
Known for stackin' chips and takin' no shit
Whips, flip 'em
Thirty days to the house, overseas had to ship 'em
I'm bossed up, known for stayin' flossed up
Bitches have these niggas who keep it off the
Hook like the big fish in this bitch
Runnin' through your malls, spendin' big chips
Y'all don't wanna trip, 'cause every time you slip
Bloods and the Crips gunnin' with big clips
And over twelve shots no rapper has survived
Word to the street since Pac passed and died
But niggas on the Westside know the world's a lie
When you're up against the FBI
So we ride 'til we all out
And whenever we fall out, bodies get hauled out, nigga
Who got flows? Who knock hoes?
Who flip bricks, flip mics, get dough?
Who shit honey, hot wax on they tummy
Run back for the money? You know
Who got flows? Who knock hoes?
Who flip bricks, flip mics, get dough?
Who shit honey, hot wax on they tummy
Run back for the money? You know
I'm tired of the whole world
Crew cuts and fades, fuck that, it's French braids and Jheri curls
Cut off khakis, house shoes, Levi's and Chucks
Riders, give it up, give it up
This whole world is a pussy so I'm fuckin' it
You soft niggas make me hard to kill, so I'm suckin' it
Label me a menace 'cause I scream fuck the law
And I fuck bitches rough and raw
Blast first before I'm carried in a black hearse
What? Gas burst, what you think these cats worth?
I'm criminal minded, you've been blinded
When them AK's, mini macs and nines click
Ride to this, free wheel motion like I'm surfin' in the ocean
I'm coastin', smokin' on somethin' that's soakin'
And got these bitches and bitch niggas
Hopin' that they can fuck with the slogan
Who got flows? Who knock hoes?
Who flip bricks, flip mics, get dough?
Who shit honey, hot wax on they tummy
Run back for the money? You know
Who got flows? Who knock hoes?
Who flip bricks, flip mics, get dough?
Who shit honey, hot wax on they tummy
Run back for the money? You know