Ground Rules

Lyrics

[Chorus: Mozzy] Yeah, you ain't playing fair, fuck your ground rules The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too Whole lotta hand, help [?] the rounds too Whole lotta hand, help [?] the rounds too You ain't playing fair, fuck your ground rules The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too Whole lotta hand, help [?] the rounds too Whole lotta hand, help [?] the rounds too [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Yeah, smoothie got me feeling like Pac, let me revive 'em Niggas better know if I'm slidin', they better hide 'em In your business, all on my dick, it ain't no ride Any given, I could fuck up the streets or either guide 'em [?] gas, no brakes right out the gate Fuck the weight, I'm tryna make shit shake until it break Mindstate told me flush this white, I call it Kate Hey, who? Boss, this shit crackin' he takin' plates [?] niggas in the lake, no yachts, we 48 'em Two sticks, I'm starving, it's savage the way he ate 'em Hit neck, tell him go [?] without the hair I'm a asshole, fuck what you talkin', nothing fair nigga [Chorus: Mozzy] Yeah, you ain't playing fair, fuck your ground rules The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too You ain't playing fair, fuck your ground rules The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too Whole lotta hand help [?] rounds too [Verse 2: Mozzy] No more than a 4, niggas know where I go If you ain't a 4 fuck it, buck down a deuce I need more woods, on my way to the store They brought a Randall knife and they're playing this cool Yeah, I had to get it off the stove for my school clothes Lil' brat Freddie B sprintin' on them group-ons [?] it was two toned First she heard of Kevin Gates, baby he had two phones All kinda nookie bitches in my new phone All kinda nookie bitches in my new phone Usalama, can't afford to move wrong He ain't moving mean, for the [?] you should move along [Chorus: Mozzy] You ain't playing fair, fuck your ground rules The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too You ain't playing fair, fuck your ground rules The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] When I come through I'm bangin' like a crip dawg Sippin' on some Cisco, hand on my pistol Chicken grease with the Crisco Kaepernick, slap a bitch, we in San Francisco This hoe, that hoe, nigga you can add 'em up Been with the shit, two strikes nigga, bat up Jumpin' out the GM with it I learned how to swim with it Thirteen, learned to mix a lil' gin with it Been with it and you can check my pedigree Let it be, there's a picture of me next to the letter C I'm confident, the crip keeper I'm at your door, doing chores with the street sweeper nigga [Chorus: Mozzy] You ain't playing fair, fuck your ground rules The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too You ain't playing fair, fuck your ground rules The homies finna slide, shit I'm down too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too Whole lotta hand, help [?] rounds too