文本歌词

Composed by：Shyjah Joseph/Gilberto Arellano
Used to being on the road road
Now we rolling hella' d**e yeah
My girl and life she strike a pose yeah
Errytime you see 'er bro yeah
Front pay centerfold yeah
Not the token n***as though though
We them n***as n***as know yeah
Keep it pimpin' figure roll roll
Iced out n***a rope rope
Heavy way to Cuban oh oh
Sit this good you just need a clone
Run this house my Adidas on
Smoked out young he along
Boy you broke you could use a loan
Sitting pretty got them titties crown
Margaret's room we been gettin' it on
Shell toes kicked out kicked out
MAC glock smear it out smear it out
F**k skrt off skrt
Yikes yeeks pints peace
Spade who got them sweet-sixteens yeah yeah
Double-dutch and hoes used to jumpin'
Troubled world and my music bustin'
F**k the word yeah we used to thuggin'
Got a chain gotta make it something
Why you frontin' need for-real budget
Gold for gold might as well f**k it
Slubbin' always tryna' sell somethin'
Actin' if these nigga' mail somethin'
Yeah that fame s**t got a cough got a cough
My new thing count a boss count a boss
You know we gettin' it ain't gotta floss
Roamin' through the city I was lost yeah
Where was you man you never call
On the phone know when labels call yeah
Bless the streets I got a sacred heart
Yeah
You know what they gon' say gon' say
Whatever they feel like cos' you gon' do the same
Same same
Whenever you feel like you gotta know who they gon' blame
Had to learn how to move how to move
Couple vultures in the room yeah
Had to learn how to use yeah my tools yeah
God's great I'm great yeah
Celebrate everyday pray
Thank God for today ay
Earn another 8-ball the 'nother half talkin' 'bout the bay
I just need a Benz I need bay askin'
For a dare yeah I got a word
You ain't have to work but you gotta work
Gotta show your daddy's work woo
Reminiscing we was on the perc
Fresh trippin' he was on them percs
Goose trippin' me above the worst
I miss my n***a shoulda' called him first
F**k f**k n***a
I need got rap no more
That s**t with they five bro
This might bring the hood back in itself
My s**t only
Slugg maggin'
808 the motherf**kin' Mafia n***a
I'm a recovering undercover over-lover
Recovering from a love I can't get over