22’s
In the field/move them brix/fuck ya bitch/and give her the pill/ pack a smokes in my pocket and a $2 dolla smile/catch e. 3rd and ave a flippin birds to get by/take her home and fuck her/cuz I don’t give a fuck about her and she don’t care about me/me mullin posted in the cut smoking bombastic trees/
2 years later hollerin and wonder why/I know u want to ride inthat Bentley 2 seater/get the fuck out of feel the wrath of my 9 milli heater/not gang star/ but got mass appeal/catch me down east side cutting 22 blinding wheels/don’t fuck with me I keep banana clips/urr body wonder how he flip them them brix in the field
not west coast like snoop eastwood/catchin les/posted up on orchard and 3rd/pushin pax and birds/back when I aint had no dough/now I got weight/need a spot I tell u where to go/aint got time for that now im baped and ice cream dipt with 14k ropes/runnin thru ya city in that cutty back wheels sittin low from the trunk pushin pies of coke/member them days nuthin but cereal hard to get by/now I sit back wachin them doves fly to like kanye make em touch the sky
I love the juice/now u know im letting loose/watch ya girl I have her str8 locked up in a noose/this aint juicy fruit/next thing see me on the block they say there go mr.toots/urr body got twitching noses/put them girls on they knees/straight Polaroid poses/they get low fo sho/just line it up servin blow
Hit Bryant park fashion week/ me and tony starks/soho 123…321/don’t test my crew they lay in the cut with them fully auto locked guns
Talk to them labels but they wasn’t trying to hear it/say u gotta be marketable/see my pinup on us,fader and rolling stone I make them copies move like brix/then I flip the script who this white boy portfolio on cover XXL/don’t know what to say/don’t know how I do it but I do it so well.
6.01.2006
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