IRC-Galleria

When time gets hard bitch , cock that crack
Is like niggas in the yard, tryina get your back
I blow treats in the studio, and hit that track
Got no time for that bullshit, so I speak that fact
And lay back in the coupe and sip that jack
They said em things go ring but the Mac goes bbrraatt
And niggas gone sing, if we think they rats
Cuz aint worst niggas out there than snitch and snakes
I give mami some dick, and she feat me cake
Streets need me under em hoods, like wheels needs breaks
And they fell me in the hood like brick and lace
And that coke so good, you wonÂ’t fell your face
You might die overdoes, if you fill the base
But I donÂ’t give a shit nigga; take my bills to Jake
And cope the brace, watch them cops rush the place
And if niggas donÂ’t know you, they gone bust your face