Seventeen

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[Intro:]
I’m from the lights
I’m the village dream
When I was seventeen
(Guess the dream is true hah?)[Young Jeezy:]
Uh yea wussup?
It’s the world baby
Uh yea wussup?
It’s the world baby[Hook:]
I was on my grind when I was 17
Only half a thing for a stack worth of 17
Took a road trip, came back, have me 7 nins
When I turn 18, I’m worried by 7 things
Yea, look, take ’em back when I was 17
17, I had a cutlass it was hella clean
Always thuggin’, always on the scene
It’s the word it’s 2 to bat, need some bigger chings[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I gotta get it, I want, I gotta have it
Throw the nuts in the bag then I’m right back at it
Yea, 14 grams in my attic
The dealer of the year, so who’s really the addict
Yea, all this fast money I’m a get done
She kick me out the house, I got a dick that dance
Guess mama don’t love me no more
See, she might not even let me use the oven no more
1-35, fresh out the press, smell the aroma
Walk the stick, my uncle on the couch, she in a coma
And I swear that sin is louder than an avalanche
Came back to X the 50, did the hammer dance
My grandma keep telling me I needs to help
But I keep tellin’ her that I need some wealth
Cutlass with the alpine, got there too long
Blow wind a hard, bitch I got me 2 chicks[Hook][Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
At 17 I had a 9 with 17 shots
East 17, 5-17 block
Fraid it’s to the left, whole hood cling lower
Shout my niggas from valley Bronx to Concord
Nigga, you could play ball
Class, I took the day off
Tryna buy some new J’s, hopin’ I get the skate off
Fully automatic shootouts, call that sprayer
Before I ever see 17, I bust the K off
And my homie got me blowed in the worst way
7 grand for 17 birthday
In the school hall we was getting cheddar there
Except the T hundred in my letter man
When I was 17[Hook][Verse 3: Slick Pulla]
17, you bust a clean team
Uppin’ in this food court, polo’d up, pullin’ everything
Some lil niggas ’bout their fra skins
Got my first queue key 5 points from the advocates
Head ’em down, I’m still fat there
Had ’em stashed in the old spice camp, thought I was slick there
Diner with the ho when all goin’ cho
Went from halfbacks to four ways a glass
In it with the black vans and the tats
Now we drinkin’ milk, throwin’ up slaps
Young and wild, chest all full of cash
Just a little nigga tryna come up on some green bats[Hook]

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Middle Of The Night

FREDDIE GIBBS none none none [Hook: Wayne Blazed...

Rob Me A Nigga

FREDDIE GIBBS none none none [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Rob...

Krazy

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How We Do (’93 Til…)

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Stay Down

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Kush Cloud

FREDDIE GIBBS none none none [Hook:] Floatin off of...

The Hard

FREDDIE GIBBS none none none [Intro/Bridge: Dana] I know...

Let Ya Nuts Hang

FREDDIE GIBBS none none none [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Now...

The Coldest

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Personal OG

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Middle Of The Night

[Hook: Wayne Blazed (Freddie Gibbs)]
In the middle, in the middle of the night
Why you laying down sleeping
I’m a wake you up with it, in the middle of the night
Baby I ain’t trying to hold you
I just wanna bend it over, in the middle of the night
(What you wanna do, how you wanna do it)
In the middle of the night
(What you wanna do, how you wanna do it)[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
What you wanna do, how you wanna do that
… we’ve been running and do that
Rolling down the pow love the way she move that
Tryin to bend it over you already knew that
Hit you with the dope never been the one who sugar cope
Girl I’m tryin to pope that’s the real shit I ever saw
Love you what you wearin’ but I’d rather see you naked though
Work it cause I know you’re a professional
Shit zip tight, hit me up work I know you want in midnight
I still be up you call my phone you’re tryin to get right
You know that pussy so amazin, type a shit that make a nigga chase it
And I’m blowing up the phone in the day time
Tryin to stay away fucking you a face time
But that mean I keep the G you never break mine
I just need a little time, girl you’re mine break the spine
In the middle of the night[Hook][Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh yeah, lot of shows, lot of freak hoes
In the names in locations can repeat those
And straight cause I can’t remember how to lead though
Shame got a pendy but you busy in the sheets though
Baby got a baby but she strictly in the peddy
So people say she crazy but I swear she bitch she with it
Got me cuttin on my own bitch and man I’m talking bout some cold bitch
See you in the act like I don’t know bitch face down
Ass up, that’s the way you like it
And I ain’t try to wife it, but I’m all night it
And bitches at the all star make me all night
I’m tryin the shit they never did I break it all like it
But I rather how you want dick
Every time make commitment know you want that
I’m tryin let you with this gangs and we baby can you fuck with it
I’m a wake you up with it in the middle of the night[Hook][Bridge: Wayne Blazed]
The way you wearing laying there naked you
All I can think about is sexing you
I know you gotta go to work
But baby let me go to work
I see you [?] for your morning
Then you turn all around and you look at me
Oh, you put it on me[Hook]

Rob Me A Nigga

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Rob me a nigga
Rob me a, rob me a nigga
Cause the bills too high, this nigga right here too fly
Right now I just might rob me a nigga[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
The liquor got me lurking and looking for a lame nigga
To set up for my next lick
In the Chevy, about to roll up the stress, with a Tec
And what he got on his neck, got him a death wish
It’s kinda funny cause he used to be my nigga tho
We was breaking bread, flipping bricks like a year ago
Shit can get into a nigga’s head when his digits low
Make you wanna send one of your friends to his funeral
Maybe me and him was never friends in the first place
Don’t mean a thing cause we share the same birthplace
Same city, same hood, but we down to kill each other for a dollar
Cause we want it in the worst way
Money talk and bullshit gon walk a marathon
And I ain’t scared of getting killed cause I’m getting mine
And if they ever try to raid, I’m a hit the fuckin pigs with the K’s
I ain’t tryna do a lick of time
Spend all my last money, the bills too high
His jewelry, his whip game, the wheels too fly
I’m thinking about murder every time we cruise by
Heard he got like 84 elbows of blue fire
In the basement, muthafuckas still think basic
Thinkin’ I’m a show up and erase ’em, but I ain’t gonna chase ’em
I’m a be up in his crib waiting
“Bitch where the cash? I can taste it”
Put em on their face: what you know about kidnapping
And holding a nigga’s whole family for ransom?
When your stomach empty it’s easy to understand it
Got me out here taking them penitentiary chances
“Born in this world of tears, will die laughing”
Put that on the headpiece right above my casket
Still in the game, my batteries still lastin
Bout to put some gas up in my Caprice Classic[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Rob me a nigga
Rob me a, rob me a nigga
Bills too high, this nigga right here too fly
Right now I just might rob me a nigga[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
As I look at the charm, thinking of a strong arm
Seen his watch as he reachin for his car alarm
Bet this hundred round drum pussy nigga thinkin twice
Fore he try to run, shots spit, and the cops come
All they seen was my golds and a black mask
Throw the car round the corner, tinted up with no tags
All these niggas wanna flash, I’m a put it to they ass
With the K out, ask a nigger, “Where da sack at? ”
Get hit, you wanna die for that rolex?
You can either get your life or that watch back
I’m a shoot you point blank, I’m just hoping you think
You can take it as a loss, you can get it back
Nigga, buck and get shot, that’s the street code
I’m leave you there, do you, that’s how the shit go
Just another episode, A-K explode
In his head, left a smoke hole
Be a shamed if you died over fake shit
But that’s a lesson, if you out here on some fake shit
Come and robbin everyday, know the young nigga hungry
They be murkin for a quarter brick
Know they kill a whole fam for the whole thang
All the shooters up in Gary on the same thang
All the little homies scrap, so they look plain
Gun shots rang out, nigga, see flames
We be takin so much, now the shit fun
We be lookin for your shit fore your shit come
Forty eight hours, nigga round my way
Everyday nigga lookin like a sitcom
In this game of lose or draw nigga
You can be the one that get robbed
Or be the one to rob a nigga
But we all gotta eat, so we get no sleep
We gon wait it out and kill a nigga

Krazy

[Intro:]
I know we made an agreement
Yeah we both path
Just to do all our thing
Krazy[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Staring at the world thru versace lenses
Moving Tony with my homie cause he’s bout the business
If we make it to a birdie then we cop Benz
Sound good until a nigga end up in the prison
Look at me I’m the definition of detrimental
Off the driver’s side there’s… busting about the…
Send a witness to hospital for my acquittal
And my bullets blind you’re riding with em would you be dying with you
Killing with the baby face nigga spray the place
Gang member, police got me in their database
Before I drop it in the water get it yay and taste
Bout a quarter banger homie over call it paper way
We don’t even speak on the word beef, we let it be
Right back on they ass been a psychopath since seventeen
Nigga ain’t no piece on the east street waste
Used to burn shit and the shermsticks my life style[Hook:]
My life style krazy, Luxury condos and bad hoes Krazy!
Hop out the Porsche Jump up in the lambos Krazy!
Living up no sleep this cold street amaze me
Packing that big clip when shit get krazy!
Luxury condos and bad hoes Krazy!
Hop out the Porsche up jump in the lambos krazy!
And when the song get pussy niggas get faded
Packing that big clip when shit get krazy![Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Niggas die every day, one day if I’m next
One foot in the condo, one in the projects
Break it all down yeah got dissect
This bullet is something that you ain’t able to digest
Get this income is the outcome
So I’m a finish this work and finish the album
And I know them people got it out for me
End of the day is looking out for me
Me and fuck you if you doubt with me
Bad bitches blowing weed on the balcony
I’m just enjoying up minities
Business man, with dope boy tendencies
I take shit to the extremity
Rest in peace to my enemies
I don’t want it if is under a hundred and don’t faze me[Hook][Verse 3: Jay Rock]
105 east bound, feeling like a king real
Vibe play my feet down
On the blocks gluts bustin like a grey hound
You’re my life style crazy on this play ground
Still hangin with my niggas from the sand box
We on hit it and you know we got them lamb chops
Rock pushin rhymes like wait now
Stack rock bitches ready for the takedown
Krazy I just go no breaks now
My six teens a brick you can’t break down
Yeah I’m so solid in this world of mine
Stay on my grind daily I don’t really know the time
Watch full of diamonds in my chain dancing
Don’t risk don’t reach, you don’t even chance it
Man down you don’t get no second chances
Play haters you need to think about the circumstances[Hook]

How We Do (’93 Til…)

Once upon a time round ’99, I took a chick to the prom with a big behind
She had a cute face, a thin waist, a bright smile
Titties mediocre, but ass was like BLOWW!
Might have been two thou’ when I met that ho
But on the low I used to sweat that ho, I had to let that go
Cause baby had me with a hell of a crush
Love letters on her locker, I ain’t give no fuck
What other niggas thought about me
Cause I was all about we, me and her ’til I D-I-E
Made me want to do some shit like carve her name in a tree
Like we was K-I-S-S-I-N-G
But little did I know she had a dude
With hella money, hella jewels, I was just another nigger at school
A straight fool, for thinking I was special or different
Lost my respect for the rest of the bitches
I played hoes and shank hoes for bankrolls
Never thought they’d fill my heart with pain though
I would laugh when a broad made my niggers feel blue
But the jokes ain’t funny when the joke’s on you
Let me stroke something boo, let me get that pearl
Touch your soft spot, let me in your world
And you can be his girl, and that nigger can remain your man
Freddie G’ll be your back-up plan[Hook: x2]
It’s how we do
Cause why have one when a nigga can have two
Three or four hoes I like the ass brand new
Just fuck with me and I’ll stay true
“I love you”
Yea yea I love you too
It’s how we do, do, do-do-do
It’s how we do, do, do-do-do
It’s how we do, do, do-do-do
I had a bad bitch from Nap named Nicole
Nicole used to keep a nigga dick on swole
She knew I had a girlfriend, but she love my pole
And when she saw me with my woman, then she lost control
And went crazy, “Freddie I can’t believe you played me
People told me that niggas from the G was shady
You forgot you didn’t wear a rubber when you laid me
I’m pregnant and it’s your baby”
Hell of a bind, these hoes put me through a hell of a time
Met a girl last year that I thought was mine
Came all the way to NY to see me rhyme
Flew her ass out to LA for Christmas time
And shit was fine, we on the same beat
She ain’t got a problem with me being in the street
I know I ain’t no one and only, but I’m hoping I ain’t one of many
Baby pretty, but she try to play me silly, cause she really wasn’t
Thinkin ’bout religion when she tell me the dick bomb
But then she up and left me cause I practice Islam
I guess Mom told her that the boy ain’t right
And she gon’ pray to Jesus Christ to take me out of her life
And out of her sight, she keep it undercover
I really used to mean it when I told her that I love her
But now I know that love is a four letter word
Like fuck and shit
So love you can suck my dick, baby it ain’t about you

Stay Down

Slammin’ money all my big homie commissary
Jumped on that ass 65 and take that trip back to Gary
Granny just passed, my uncle ’bout here smoking blast
But I still could fuck babies crib I gots to get to this cash
Forgive me father cause I’m so wrong
But I know through your ghost in my mind been doing it for so long
Been no waddle when working and the lights bizarre we could barely hold on
So I took off that pauldron wake up that york and got my role on
Then I hit myself with reasons little J’s and Jesus pieces
Fresh lights and a brand new polo
LP nigga take that logo in the club it’s like a ho show
These ho sure often meeting
And the bitches in my past they just didn’t know what I could be
Freddie G, hit the booth pick up my penny
And I pimp it like right consistent
And the rugers and the beeper, my ruger my life expanded
For at least 10 more shots should I get going or get gut
But on the other hand I got a burnt hand and then a rubber band on my[Hook:]
I’ve been up, baby I’ve been down
Feels good enough
Baby ain’t enough in my town
Gotta get my things right
So I can start the day right
Cause I fucked up
Baby I been fucked round
And it feels good enough
Ain’t enough in my town
Shawty get my things right
So I can start the day right
We been to corners and caprices
We cut thousand Caddilacs that don’t check I’m cashin that
And I’m chocking smoking on that gasoline
And also huff back on my hoopdie
But my feet just got petite
Had a dream that I would get rich and famous all up on this rapping shit
And the older niggas laughing me I’m a gonna make it happen bitch
And you can’t used to write on my raps and dead is the synonym bro
And say my nigga check this I’m gonna check this when I get home
Be lil crazy paper do what I gotta take to make it
Cause enough of these CD’s and MP3s
Tryna to shake these haters
Plus I slanging just to maintain the gimmick investigation
Every year niggas only fear the face cases
Living in this industry ghetto please come with smiley faces
But I feel like fuck all these rappers they up on no altercation
Baby face gangster I earn my stripes out on the devil’s playground
Peace to all my real niggas that stay down[Hook x2]

Kush Cloud

[Hook:]
Floatin off of that kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
That kush cloud, that kush cloud
My kush cloud, my kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
Rolling off of that kush cloud
OG turnt up too loud
That kush cloud, that kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
That kush cloud, that kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
My kush cloud, my kush cloud
Floatin off of that kush cloud
Rolling off of that kush cloud
OG turnt up too loud, bitch[Verse 1: Freddie]
Mo-murder, mo-murder
In the Tahoe with my burner
Tell ’em that I just got a shipment in
And if you in to win then I’ll serve ya
Know I’m floatin off of that kush cloud
OG turnt up too loud
A nigga busy getting to the money and weed
That’s why a playa hating nigga get tuned out
In a shootout nah cause they don’t want that shit
Traffic the powder, how you want that whip?
Grind it out, pound it out
Then I took her to the house, I ain’t want that bitch
I get the killa shit from my niggas in the Bay
We wheeling and dealing so what you niggas wanna pay?
Got dope in the attic, I’m in the ceiling with the yay
We flipping it really, you pussy niggas in the way
Got thug love from my niggas choking, smoking bud
Bought my dope from Lil’ Sodi yea I fucks with cuz
Corporate thuggin, so all I’m wit is thug niggas
Can you picture, this rapper slash drug dealer[Hook][Verse 2: Krayzie]
I said I was never gon’ smoke no mo’
20 minutes late, okay I’m a smoke one mo’
The next thing you know, I’m blowing through the whole O
Smoke alarm going off, popo knocking on my do’, oh
I’m a real OG chief choker
Green leaf stoner, real weed smoker
Wanna kick it with me, you better bring weed over
I got too many problems, ain’t no need to be sober
But I ain’t really waiting on you niggas to split it
Roll it and hit it cause I’ve already got me some
Roll another nigga, I’m hardly done
Kray Jack got Bob Marley lungs
I hit a little bit of Snoop OG kush
Then I roll up some Wiz Khalif to get a hook
It’s sticky icky nigga, trust it be real
Cause I planted it and grew it on Cypress Hill
Bud smokers only, bud smokers only, on-ly
Don’t ask if I’m high
Look into my eyes, you can tell that I’m zonin’, zonin’
Kray and Freddie Gibbs, nigga there it is
Midwest get ready when I come around the corner in my spaceship
And we take off into the cloud[Hook][Verse 3: SpaceGhostPurrp]
She rolled up a sack of that, purp
The mystical haze got her going in a maze
While she twerkin and workin slow motion – I am the potion
That will dwell inside the magical purp that you inhale
Inside your mind as I, seduce your brain cells
You gotta get high ’til you can’t tell
If you in heaven with the angels
Playing my music and get high to it
It’s hypnotizing like a brain spell
Real nigga smoking on purple trees
All about money, gotta count this green
Mackin these bitches and I’m gettin to the riches
And yo bitch love smoking me
When the beat break down (break down)
Get lost to the sound (to the sound)
Roll the window down (down)
Let her see the kush clouds (kush clouds)
Ride around through the town (town)
Nigga let the wind blow (wind blow)
Gotta get head in the front seat slow
Let a nigga see the kush smoke[Hook]

The Hard

[Intro/Bridge: Dana]
I know that life is short
But we can’t move too fast[Verse 1: Freddie]
Hit the block, dressed in white, same Bo Jackson Nikes
Call my partner Mike, copped a pint, put fo’ in my Sprite
55 a line, that’s aight cause I’m ’bout that life
Pussy on my mind, bitch you tired, it’s that mouth tonight
Weed and waffles in the morning
Downtown Chicago, smoking on some shit that I imported
MDMA, light up a J, sometimes she like to snort it
And shit was too dry with that Tony, bitch now I’m reloaded
Bitch I’m reloaded
And I’m chopping up the hard, dopeboy I played my part
Fuck with the gangsta type, ain’t got no stripes, then you’s a mark
Smoking Carolina Blue fresh out the Carolina Park
So much gunplay in the day, just might be safer in the dark
And this Glock ain’t got no safety, the owner got no patience
So please don’t make my finger and this trigger make relations
Said this Glock ain’t got no safety, straight make yo ass a patient
Guess I’ll slang until my grave or take that federal vacation
Nigga, nigga[Bridge][Hook: Freddie]
These niggas want it so I’m chopping up the hard, I’m chopping up the hard
These niggas say they want it so I’m chopping up the hard
Said I’m chopping up the hard, I’m chopping up the hard
These geekers say they on it so I’m chopping up the hard, nigga[Verse 2: Freddie]
Whip the crack, dressed in black, just picked up a pack
Feeling great, dropped some 28s, got ’em jumping back
Jumping up, what the fuck, G.I. they don’t fuck with us
Most these niggas out the Mid wasn’t breathing ’til I bust a nut
Rob a nigga, father figure, dope house was my college nigga
Plus my part time job didn’t make no dollars, I’m a water whipper
See through you like windows, basis of your heart is artificial
Mob of hungry niggas like we came straight out of Mogadishu
What’s the issue? Stack full of pancakes and my pistol
Shit official, when you see the police, nigga hit that whistle
They out to get you, so fuck all my opponents
They can peel me off this corner cause I know…[Hook][Verse 3: Dana]
I know that lifAnnotatee is short
(Life’s short, know what I’m saying, you gotta get moving, know what I mean)
But we can’t move too fast
(Know what I’m saying, I ain’t tryna run a race or no shit like that, you know)
Cause if we go right now
(Nigga just tryna get out here and chop, chop it up and get mine, you know
Piece of the pie)
It will never last
In the morning
When the sun comes up
And everything is cold
It’s a new day
And all of it is beautiful
Or so I thought[Freddie:]
Just let me make it to another morning [x4][Hook]

Let Ya Nuts Hang

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Now nigga, you don’t wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when it’s pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Caught in the cycle, black American psychopathic
And I can’t do right, nigga, doing wrong is my rite of passage
Straight in the street life, I’m trying to interact with the ‘matics
One hundred baggies all wrapped in plastic, I’m living savage
It’s hot in these damn streets, shot this nigga last week
Police on my last nerve, I’m a gon’ make this last serve
And hit 65 South and get blowed than a bitch
You see me back in the g, then that means I’m back on my dick
Back on that bullshit, full clip, don’t play with a full deck
Hope my pack ain’t caught up, it ain’t made it to my hood yet
Did some niggas dirty, and I can’t wait for the day they burn me
Cause I showed them hoes no mercy, Lord forgive me, I was thirsty[Hook][Verse 2: Scrilla]
You don’t wanna see me with that sack low
My name ain’t Jody, but I’m coming through your back door
In all black, no mask, with a.45
And if this pussy buck a lick, then it’s homicide
I’m from Zone 4 Atlanta, where these killers ride
Snatch a nigga out the car and take a nigga pride
And if we beefing in these streets, ain’t nowhere you can hide
We kill a nigga, dump his body on 285
I’m getting tired of all these fuck niggas running around
Talking all that tough shit
Like you’ve been there and you’ve sold that
But in real life you don’t run shit
My homie called me with a big lick
10, 000 bills, about 10 bricks
I’m walking in with that big stick
Gonna lay it down with that dope dick[Hook]

The Coldest

[Intro][Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch I’m ten toes in it
Not a fake a facade or a cloned image
Got an eraption when ya’ll jumped in the streets with my own spinach
Tryin’ to get straight up off this shit so that I can go on livin’
No song spinnin’ so I resort to this zone flippin’
Something must wrong with em
He takin’ this shit for granted
Try to ride up in the house with no lights
You’ll understand it
I can’t teach ya how to dougie
But I can teach ya bout this thuggin’
Keepin’ it thourough, keep your mouth closed, nigga
Keep it one-hundred
Keep yo head up out my goddamn pocket and keep it pushin’
Keep the reefer keep the white keep the sulfur just keep it cookin’
But keep in mind that any given day you can die for this
As I bag this dope I’m prayin’ one day that I could just
Make an honest piece of change
Prolly change the way I live
MJ, fadeaway
I’m something niggas can’t defend
Gangster Gibbs, straight out the fridge, forty below
No introduction needed cause niggas already know[Hook: B.J.]
You already know this
But I’m the motherfuckin’ coldest
You sayin’ that you did that, lived that
But you ain’t quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I’m the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin’ what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit[Gibbs:] So what you talkin’ bout, bitch?[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Really ain’t shit if you ain’t talk bout this
I’m runnin’ raps around these rappers scratchin’ em off my lists
She off that rocker so it’s hard for her to stay off my dick
Tryin’ get rich and let the dollars flow throughout my clique
So we can break bread
And never ever be broken
Yak tosin, these ID bitches on my balcony, smokin
We turns them out without a doubt they mouth about to be open
She put her tongue on Valerie while I’m strokin’
But I Jack Tripper
I’m that nigga playin it simple
Fresh out the G, the MTV, check her credentials
Hey been a nigga figure since the Jacksons left the city
Reppin’ the hardest niggas ain’t know that we was rappin’ in my city
And regardless if I got supporter backin’ from my city
They’ll remember me as the the nigga that got it crackin’ for my city
Nigga
And on the mic I never have off nights
Cause every line I write is straight frostbite, nigga[Hook: B.J.]
And you already know this
But I’m the motherfuckin’ coldest
You sayin’ that you did that, lived that
But you ain’t quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I’m the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin’ what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit[Gibbs:] So what you talkin’ bout, bitch?[Verse 3: B.J.]
I’m on fire
To keep the streets hot, that’s my desire
And to hell with the labels
Till it’s time for us to sit down at the table
If I don’t focus on me
Tell me, who will?
And I speak from my heart
So you know I’m a keep it real
So much bullshit in the last six months tried to take my focus
But on a lotta situations them people have to hocus pocus
If anybody ever asks a dumb question like “Will BJ make it? ”
Give them a dollar and say “God bless you, cause you must be a basehead”[Hook: B.J.]
And you already know this
But I’m the motherfuckin’ coldest
You sayin’ that you did that, lived that
But you ain’t quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I’m the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin’ what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit[Gibbs:] So what you talkin’ bout, bitch?[Outro]

Personal OG

Smokin’ fire, pourin’ up
Hennesey and Red Bull in my cup
OG Kush wrapped up in the wood
And I still smoke good in a ’83 Cut
Still smoke kill in an old Deville
I keep the leather on my back, wood on the wheel
If a nigga don’t blow smoke on chrome
Then I really don’t feel how I’m supposed to feel
Because I feel like blowin’ blunts back to back
With no shame, keep a pack and a sack to wrap[?]
At 13 I was taking Swisher Sweets to the dome
With my nigga lil rone you can ask him that
My homeboy Kendell roll thin ass blunts
So we can smoke at least 20 every day of the month
And keep at least 5 pounds of the hay in the trunk
And when he came from the Chi we was weighin’ it up like
Uh
I got 16 zones of death and you can hit it at your own risk
When I travel I ain’t lookin’ for the local weed man
I be gone on the zone on my own shit
Got a stick or a seed in ya muhfuckin’ weed
Then I guarantee you blowin’ on the wrong shit
And they wonder how the kid stay blowed, eyes halfway closed
You ain’t on what I’m on bitch
I’m lifted
Me and my girl just blew six blunts up in a blue 650
Charleston blue kush and blue Ken Griffey
She love the thug shit so boo get wit me
Cuz I’m young and I’m wild but I’m focused
But my dro and my flows be the dopest
And I’m a motherfuckin’ marijuana addict so I had to do a song for the smokers
Smokin’ fire, fuckin’ up[?] of Hendog in my cup
Couldn’t wake up for a job interview this morning
The OG had me stuck
Last night I blew a whole zip with the crew
We was rollin’ with hoes lapped up in the truck
Keep a gold pack of the Trojans
I let a nigga rap to a bitch while I’m wrappin’ it up[?] in yo main dame
I come straight through and get straight brain
She blow straight kill and make straight change
To make sure my pockets stay straight man
Cuz this pimp shit is in my veins, it’s in my blood
I was born with it and I’mma die smokin’ this fire bud
In my old school with my chrome spinnin’ like
Uh
And my niggas in the bay got the kush for the 27 hundo
I’mma get ’em and sell ’em for 55, you get it for 48
If you wanna get more than one though
Go to Cali and I ship it to the G
Ship it to the Chi, ship it to the D
Ship it to my nigga in the A-town
Plus that nigga breakdown
Triple what I paid for the P that
Master kush purple dro
Keep my whip swervin’ slow
Hey Fred can I hit the kill? Hell nah
Put on a sack, this personal
Cuz I’m young and I’m wild but I’m focused
But my dro and my flows be the dopest
And I’m a motherfuckin’ marijuana addict so I had to do a song for the smokers

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