Strapped

Lyrics

[Intro: Spice 1, Aloe Jo'el & ?] Blaow! Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone (Coolin') You can tell that the Eastside was his home (Yeah, hey) Most pressed than the rest of the pushers (Ooh) And he got a Tommy Suey? in the bushes (Ooh) Ooh [Chorus: Aloe Jo'el & ?] Rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me Rollin' with my mothafucka strap on the side o' me 'Cause I don't trust these bustas (No) And I don't trust these bitches (No, no) So I be rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me I be (Rollin' with my mothafuckin' MAC) 'Cause I don't trust these bustas (No) Won't stand thesе bitches (Ooh) [Verse 1: ?] Yo Plug 'em off quick, I don't trust thesе hoes Keep a chopper close by like I'm E-4-0 Must slip or ride or die young, R-I-P B-O I'm ready to get caught wit' it then we out of the show (Yeah) Take the pics with yo' money for your Facebook post Then caught you slippin' on the yacht? and God rest your soul Never heard o' low pro, boy? You sag too hard The police will jack boys, Bo trendy? your card Knots in my pocket, boy, at least 2 grand Diamonds on my chain, pistol close at hand Boy, you think you Superman steady lovin' them hoes And side B set you off, man, and lock the do' (Superman, Superman) And reelin' mo' banana clips for that marky shit With yo' heart for what we got went from corners with bricks My scrilla, my life, I need both them shits Never leave home without it, boy, I keep my bitch [Chorus: Aloe Jo'el & ?] I be rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me Rollin' with my mothafucka strap on the side o' me 'Cause I don't trust these bustas (No) And I don't trust these bitches (No, no) So I be rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me I be (Rollin' with my mothafuckin' MAC) 'Cause I don't trust these bustas (No) Won't stand these bitches [Verse 2: Spice 1] Blaow! Coolin' on the corner with the strap on the side I'm 1-87 Proof (yeah) in my neighborhood and I'm high Nigga like the Death Star; puffin' on OG Skywalker ('Walker) Jedi, fetch haters like robe on my range, dead-eye (OG Skywalker) Kickin' Tales from the Hood about triggas with no heart It's Welcome to the Ghetto, 187 is an art (Tales from the Hood) I don't trust these niggas for as I can throw a G sell in That's why it's nothin', for sendin' they bitch-ass to Ghetto Heaven, blaow! Lodi dodi, woke up in Bugatti And I'm just happy that a nigga has some heat on his body (Yeah) G-g-g-got myself an UZI and my brother a nine Gotta st-stay on al-alert 'cause haters watchin' me shine (Ooh) It's the Bossilini, I stay heated and stay paid (Paid) 'Cause when you an't around, bitch niggas speak on your grave Fuck 'em (yeah), ro-rollin' with the strap on the side I even filed down a 5 and peel off my ni-nine Blaow! [Chorus: Aloe Jo'el & ?] Rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me Rollin' with my mothafucka strap on the side o' me 'Cause I don't trust these bustas (No) And I don't trust these bitches (No, no) So I be rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me I be (Rollin' with my mothafuckin' MAC) 'Cause I don't trust these bustas (No) Won't stand these bitches (Ooh) [Verse 3: Bushwick Bill] Yeah, yeah, what? That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, man! That's right Never do that! I [?] that! (?), right? You know I'm talkin' 'bout? You know what you gotta do This is streets Hate is the root of all evil, don't let it get beneath you So when a brother stop bein' frog? and see right through you (Rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap) You know me, man, business as usual And when it comes to love, son, make sure it's neutral (Yeah) Cats'll shoot you, over some BI or PI Shit, like a letter make sure you're sincere (Ooh) I roll with 25 to lifers for my niggas not here Throw some gravy for your speakers 'cause for you I share My nigga never get ahead of himself (Yeah) He tryna find ways to better himself He wasn't lovin' the wealth (Ooh) Cause and effect, rhyme and reason This goes out to all my dirty side def for 12 months in 4 seasons Stay strapped [Chorus: Aloe Jo'el & ?] I be rollin' with my mothafuckin' strap on the side o' me Rollin' with my mothafucka strap on the side o' me 'Cause I don't trust these bustas (No) And I don't trust these bitches (No, no)