You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers". Testo Bicken Back Being Bool. I was claiming her when we was f*cking. Right up in your fake setup, f*ck you up like some mace. Used to have a girlfriend. Like mmm... momma you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya.
Holy shit, oh lawd, where is the world today? Click stars to rate). You can't buy me them J's that come out tomorrow. I could sell a key to God. It′s that motherfuckin' gangsta shit, nigga! Wasn't no questioning, pussy was mine. They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs. This ain't funny, I do it all for the money, hold up. Four, make sure nobody is home.
It was me and my nigga, so you know I went half. Ayy, somebody get the door, somebody get the door. Before Worldstar, head ups weren′t televised. Bicken back being bool. Or say I ain't got it, then buy my lolo some new spokes. With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'. She ain't got no ass shots her shit real. So f*ck your handout, give a young nigga some space. Money ain't everything, I'm still gon' crip. I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun.
The neighbors say they witnessed it and plus they found fingerprints. What you mean you gon' call right back? Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool. She said her nigga's shit's weak. On 52nd street I'm well-known. Plus I'm knowing that you and your son have been clashing. Homies, what's the mission?
Ayy, ayy grab the backpack. I'm from the four hundred block of the Q. I put the Wood on the map, niggas say what they want. Meanwhile I'm grindin' cause drug money ain't like rap money. You know I'm down with the niggas down for me. F*ck dat bitch I want some dick. The moment the king stands up and says. Pussy stayed wet like she was mixed with Mexican. Oh fuck (Oh shit, fuck).
Door opening sound) Come on Cuz you too loud. Created Feb 1, 2010. 50 racks, three niggas, 65 a split. That's the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I know. I'll ride for my niggas believe that. Man I got the door, man, I′m finna go see if it's cool. And his girl ain't accepting his call. I stay protected cause my homie just took one to the lung. You need a real one in your life. YG - Bicken Back Being Bool - lyrics. Now who the f*** would say that? Since I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love? Shots fired from both sides, but nobody died. Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson they'll give you cash back in the same day. Walk up in the spot, you would think that a nigga mad at you.