Jack $toise & Ghostman Gam - I-45 Shyt II
Talk to these niggas manI fell in love with hip-hop
The day I heard that Screw drop
Grey tapes, chop chops
Big bodies, drop tops
Walkin home in the zone
Took the long way from school
You had N.W.A but A.B.N was all I knew
Freestylin in the class, that was just something you had to do
And if you wasn't comin down, you fasho was comin through
When they finally freed the pimp, seemed like everybody loved it
Whole city going up, getting throwed blastin in public
Man why they kill Hawk
See I'll never understand it
Couple hatin ass niggas, put a curse off on they family
And some niggas might be asking, why I rap like this so much
But see I came up in this shit so get the fuck up off my nuts
I Came from big swangaz and vouges
Gam done crept in the bac do'
Bitch I shine like mop n glo
Long live Pimp I might just po one
Smoke and blow like Pook n Lucci nigga roll one
Got ya baby mama tryna hold summ
Bitch I ain't triccin, tho I got plenty
Ride caprice classic, already
Imma fool wit it like my name was Twisted Blacc
Big chief had the west and put New York up on the swag
Came from 67, where them young niggas trap, might twist ya cap
Lambo doors on G-Quises, Monobloccs on the Lac
Got my fits from Big T bitch I can't even cap
Patent leather on my wooks, ratchet high end fashion
Written by:
Bryan Morgan, Glen Jackson
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