Lloyd "Strapped" |
Aint no nigga up in here Betta come fuckin wit me Cause im a real bad man Wit a gun in my hand And unlike you niggas I am not afraid to squeeze Ya telephone ringin Kelly Price on line one Fat girl singin I said kelly price on line one All you get is flatline Fuckin round where im from I be on the back nine Swingin in my bay shorts Listenin to every line little wayne and drake wrote I said little wayne wrote But my nigga never write Now lets get right tonight I got my niggas, my bitches, my liquor my weed My niggas, my bitches, my liquor, my weed Brand new drop top Check the shot clock Better know what time it is You can get your shot blocked Like Yao Ming If you know what i mean B-M-dub blue With the seat side green I be fuckin out in public to let it be seen And I rock your republic Like my jeans I lost my city to Katrina Can anybody tell me have you seen her New Orleans uptown to Louisa Left up in the water no FEMA Close your eyes nigga See what i see People on the streets dyin From hunger and disease Politicians no trying To find the remedy Since they rather open fire More guns no jobs for hire So nothin's left but hustlin In my community So im rushin niggas Just so i can feed my family No welfare from the government When love is all we need Nah love is all you need Just give me my money My niggas some bitches some weed My niggas my bitches my liquor my weed Brand new drop top Check da shot clock Better know what time it is You can get your shot blocked Like Yao Ming If you know what i mean B-M-dub blue With the seat side green I be fuckin out in public To let it be seen And i rock your republic Like my jeans Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |