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DJ Kay Slay & The Game & Dave East - Rap
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[Interlude] Drug Buyer: So, bottom line is we short and you gon' have to let us hold all of that Eazy-E: Oh yeah? My people sittin' right across the street from your momma house right now 'cause if I don't show up, they gon' show out Green Leaf, right? That's the street she stay on? Drug Buyer: You really wanna take it there? Eazy-E: You already took it there [Verse 1: Cherp] Straight outta options like a pro style Got these rap niggas sketchin' nigga's profile Niggas havin' more beef than a steakhouse Police on your ass like a lifetime steakout [?] broke, ain't no more safe routes Black mask, black gloves, buy a nigga safehouse Stay with the heat, nigga, like I'm D-Wade Ghetto gospel even though that bar cliché My life crisis, nigga, ain't no more rebates Momma sell her soul on Ebay to keep her seed safe I'm Creepin On Ah Come Up, ass bettin' keister money Lord knows they ain't real like the Easter bunny Fuck a food stamp, niggas need that real money The type of shit that made Rich Porter uncle kill Sonny Niggas playin' with that loot'll get you laid down A fifth rock, knock him out his boots, like H-town [Chorus: Cherp] Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit It's usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral That's why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit It's usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral That's why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle [Verse 2: Dave East] All my niggas violent, all my niggas timeless All my women dimes, I can't keep 'em off my conscious Harlem where they found this, Louis with the brown tips I just press a button, drop a bomb and make the ground split I was on my pound flip, index hit the downshift Radio don't work in the hooptie, go get the sound fixed Guccis? They're my lounge kicks, standin' on the sofas Hammer with a scope, no need more liquor, I'ma smoker Straight faced, go get some cake face, not playin' poker Best period, why so serious? You niggas Jokers They delirious, curious like George get banana clip L's had Santana Town was on my bandana shit Different color crates, double XL, all my white tees I just wanted Nikes, some are Tommy and Icees With the lip read, delivered dimes on a ten-speed Never been to Memphis on my Grizzly These niggas iffy [Chorus: Cherp] Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit It's usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral That's why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit It's usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral That's why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle [Verse 3: The Game] Longnose to your temple, now you straight outta options Attitude like I just watched Straight Outta Compton I went from cockroaches to sleepin' on the Doc's sofa One of those, these are Tom Ford's, not loafers My gun's bi-coastal, bitches bisexual My niggas by your momma house, go whatever directs you Aftermath affection, Westside Connection Ice Cube's in my ear, Dre Beats in the Tesla Why these niggas stay gassin' they self? I went electric Still talkin' 'bout your old block? Niggas playin' Tetris Nigga shoot you in your face, fuck a message I got niggas that do murders and can't wait to get arrested I know Mexican mafia copycats hang you from the Brooklyn Bridge Tie your intenstines round your legs where your socks be at Keyser Söze in a Sox hat Nose ring, fuckin' bitches, thug, like Pac back [Chorus: Cherp] Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit It's usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral That's why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit It's usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral That's why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle
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Credits
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- The Game
- Dave East
- Cherp