Sprinkle With Game

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cause P-town ngas straight hard We can be strapped on the yard Sending this out to all the ngas in the county In the state pen Like my grandma told me a scared man can't win Nga i didn't have no peachy cream life Everthing that i have I had to stress and strive Pull out my 9, bust 4 times to get mine Than i tap that ass like gregory hines Ooh, ooh wee, you done did it You got this gat in your mouth Somebody smelled like they shitted Don't ask questions about me loc cause i'm federal Make a phone call have the homie shoot up your funeral Said i'm crazy like gideon Mask murder on track, nga kill all that wack Because i'm riding on record labels and don't give fuck Cause when you check into the industry Prepare to get ya ass hole greased up Cause you gone get stuck This industry will have you selling white stuff Its a cold occupation I done went platinum with eazy But still doing probation [Verse 2] [Verse 3] I rub the genie in the lamp And out comes the G nga Said i'll grant you 2 wishes and some major figures First 1 show these ngas how to ball Alright mr.kane you'se about to have it all 2nd wish when i die i wanna go to heaven I'm a genie nga i ain't no motherfucking reverend Ah my bad homie, well let me make the bombest hits Alright nga all the G's gone be banging your shit Real shit, real ngas like us never let go 3rd wish please clean up the ghettos It's like 1 then comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 Me and my niggas we stay hardcore Mc;s competition run when i bust Supreme master of getting them gods and we trust See nothing like an idiot, idiot, get it You want that s.i cool i'm with it I'm kicking dope shit on this pimpstrumentals I'm round the wreck shop [but clever?] give me a instrumental Cause pomona city riders don't give a fuck
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Credits
- Producers
- DJ Battlecat