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IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS
REASON & The Game
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Nigga this shit feel like pistols poppin', dippin', ridin'
Diddy talkin', G.O.A.T. shit
Slidin' in the G-Wagon through Philly on some more shit
We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah
Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know they gon' walk to it, look
The best rhymin' was raised to expect violence
The gang and the set ridin', pull up in the 'vette, slidin'
Like dick in some wet pussy, don't think I'm a vet? Push me
Empire building like Lucious, I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie, oh yeah
My niggas pull up slidin' with some shottas, oh yeah
Old West, this Impalas and hydraulics, oh yeah
West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin'
Appetite for the streets 'cause niggas is fed buyin'
Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent
'Cause niggas livin' loud is soon to be dead quiet, shit
Know my worth, give me 20 for them shows
Paid a penny for my thots, don't give a penny to these hoes, nigga okay
Pull up with my riders, nigga okay
Dickies and hydraulics, nigga okay
In Cheetahs throwin' dollars, nigga okay
Fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga okay
Vatos be my partners, nigga okay
Disrespect, they slidin', nigga okay
Flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga okay
Rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga, okay (let me drench in man)
You know the tenth house across the street from Davis?
Tan khakis, Lord, save 'em, my bandana said, "Fuck the neighbors"
Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue, guess I'm confusin' niggas
Pull up on my opps, hop out the cuttie like I'm cool with niggas
Memoirs of a Compton nigga, thought I was a samurai
Choppin' up them bricks up through Bompton with 'em
Smith & Wesson, he brought his sponsors with him, he a monster with 'em
I know what's on your mind, and I'm 'bout to press your conscience with 'em
Try me, we gon' pull your card and take your ID
Get a bad bitch from IG, had her put ketamine in your IV
Bitch ass nigga, I'm checkin' your purse
And we gon' make sure you dead, yeah, we checkin' your hearse
Come to the cemetary on your birthday and step on the dirt
Niggas get split with the TEC disrespectin' the church
Your whole hood cryin', guess they wasn't expectin' the hurt
Your momma want that R.I.P. merch, guess who pressin' the shirts
Keep playin', nigga okay
Pull up with my riders, nigga okay
Dickies and hydraulics, nigga okay
In Cheetahs throwin' dollars, nigga okay
Fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga okay
Vatos be my partners, nigga okay
Disrespect, they slidin', nigga okay
Flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga okay
Rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga, okay
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