Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy It's Luni Coleone We gon' talk to these sop chewing bitches about staying on your own Yeah It's real in the field, get it how you feel I'm a prize, my nigga, hold on [Verse 1] They call me Coleone, nigga, yeah that's me Everywhere I go, I'm a goddamn G Hit the boulevard, nigga, I got G's And I'm hard to see like a two year old weaning My Blocc hang, nigga, and we bang Beat a Klan member up then rob him for change If you ask anybody, it's that Garden Gang Real niggas, real dealers, don't fuck with the lames Don't pimp, I Crip, nigga, to the Louis Dick in your bitch mouth, cuzz, and it ain't chewy I'm a real muh'fucka, don't fuck with them hoochies I cut it on like a reel to reel old school movie Coleone muh'fucka, yeah that's my name Everybody know me, I done been in the game I'm a hyena, nigga, and I can't get tamed I just want my money, I don't fuck with the fame, Loc [Chorus] I stay on my own Nigga, no you don't Nigga, no you don't 'Cause I got to I stay on my own Nigga, no you don't Nigga, no you don't I'm not a foo-ooh (Okay!) What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz (Okay!) What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz (Okay!) [Verse 2] I hit the boulevard, homie, and I won't split it I'm just riding down the block with no windows tinted I gotta see everything 'cause these niggas bang And they hating on your cuddy 'cause I make my change But anyway, I can give a fuck, young homie Better stay up out my face and lay up with your honey Got shit in the cupboard like cereal And unlike you, homie, I ain't material You can't get with the Loc, that's why you hating I keep my loot in my pocket, don't pass like Peyton I hit the bar with the homies and it ain't no faking You can have all the eggs, all we want is the bacon Hit licks in the streets like the movie Taken And if I say something to you, nigga I ain't playing Just remember Cole' pack a big ass toy With enough shit in it to drop you and your boys, cuzz [Chorus] I stay on my own Nigga, no you don't Nigga, no you don't 'Cause I got to I stay on my own Nigga, no you don't Nigga, no you don't I'm not a foo-ooh (Okay!) What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz (Okay!) What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz (Okay!) [Verse 3 ] Now that it's time to spit the last V.E R.S.E., nigga, didn't hear it from me I'm all up under your bitch like a new floor jack You don't know where we at 'cause the party is packed I do what I do and keep the shit still pushing I ain't got nothing for ya, homie, please stop looking I'm running this shit like Emmitt Smith used to Only fuck with the real, not you timid fools Don't worry 'bout nothing, I'll just keep my two Already got your five acres, you could keep your mule All we do is cicc cacc and collect that scratch Unless it's day of the purge then we'll rob your trap I'm only seeing me, cuzz, this ain't no act Ain't ever bow downed to a picture when I came to the back Coleone, I stay on my own I'm original, Crip, I can't get cloned, cuzz [Chorus] I stay on my own Nigga, no you don't Nigga, no you don't 'Cause I got to I stay on my own Nigga, no you don't Nigga, no you don't I'm not a foo-ooh (Okay!) What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz (Okay!) What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz What's happening, cuzz (Okay!)