You got more Bounce to the Ounce/ nigga you just wearin shox"What's up friend?" Is what I say with the 350 running
Rockford Fosgate, I know you heard as I was coming
Something like Cube but got an uncle named "Money"
An OG, blind, but the nigga ain't a dummy
Ear wax on his finger calling pussy holes bummy
MD 20/20's all the nigga ask from me
Of course I oblige as I slip and I slide
88 Brougham, Whatcha want from the store now?
Times is hard so we struggle slang blow
Everybody putting in for that Rossi from the store
So I go, but I never tell ya drink and drive
as I swerve lane to lane bumping Zapp as I ride
A method to my madness that may seem contrived
but if it wasn't for this game I may not be alive
I'm loving that answer so peep my candorYou got more Bounce to the Ounce/ nigga you just wearin shox
g, do what you like/ but im featuring Pac/ thug life but in vegas it stopped
they killed P but the infamous dropped/ real G can never be stopped even if the tires in ya brougham popped/
we keep it movin for the movement/ let make it an anthem/ we gonna rise together like the panthers
They some weird niggas and I don't know what to dothem niggaz ain't loyal, fake smiles surrounding you
you fuck around dap up the same nigga that's robbin you
they on your social media, timeline to find a clue
you think you getting likes, and they really tryna follow you....
I don't need hands to battle you/I’m always one drunk away from being an alcoholic/
I’m at Target in the food department staring at liquor like, don’t even start it, this shit is retarded/
Then I reach for my wallet, pay for my poison this shit is so toxic/
ready to drown all my sorrows, let’s get this shit started/
drop these bars like I’m sober, cold and soulless like the winter solstice/
lyrics come w heat, leave me so toasted you couldn’t even roast this/
& you must be Peter Pan, cuz your punchlines are childish and never land/
so chill if you think you fly, man/
cuz that’s just your imagination, but I’ll hand it to you like severed hands/
Blood leaks turn brown streaks on black streets from ground beef/below signs of stop the violence, increase the peace// can't hold up peace when ya ducking down/ errant strays that go round sending dogs hit homeward bound//You fear whats in the dark/ walking the night streets niggas make the pistol spark
Bullet stray and errant ways/ how do I display my disarray
This illusion confuses the transfusion left on the streets/ as the innocent blood leaks
This ain't no disney flick, real life horrors mirrior movies quick!Blood leaks turn brown streaks on black streets from ground beef/below signs of stop the violence, increase the peace// can't hold up peace when ya ducking down/ errant strays that go round sending dogs hit homeward bound//
I address the nation, with a fist raised and black glove, a show of solidarityThis ain't no disney flick, real life horrors mirrior movies quick!
its trife how life aint reserved, but when the bullets curve, puts you on ice to preserve/Is this what we deserve?
id'ing bodies for conformation/ bullet holes still warm from metal levatation...