crown some day, oh ill keep holdin on yes to that nail scarred hand, oh no im not giving up ill keep holdin on (Chorus) Well im not giving up Oh no im not
me a Don Dada momma say I'm a cutta cuz my hair like a shotta the feds like to follow cause my bread like to knot up so roll up the Marley my eyes are low up
Four Gold, And We Never Used MTV We Went Up The Back Road, And Built A Fan Base That Said Behind The Clown, That They'd Tear Your Fuckin' City In Half
you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks} (Im
junior you ain't know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't hoe. I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0. I have ya lookin pretty at
the beat fo the suckas talking shit brush yo teeth'cause if zig zag roles it up best believe its funk and now i now why pock hit em up bitches snitches
muthafuckin' soldiers. (Master P.) Native of New Orleans. (Louisiana) All you TRU Soldiers. Give it up for Richmond California. (Puttin 'em on the map.) Put em up
muthafuckin' soldiers. (master p.) Native of new orleans. (louisiana) All you tru soldiers. Give it up for richmond, california. (puttin 'em on the map.) Put em up
rollin up Speakers bump, iPhone plug-in for my truck E-Knievel, showin ya niggas how to stunt I mess up flows like waves and potholes West Coast i fuck hoes and eat Roscoes Got gold
rock from state to state And city to city You make a siss like a faggot tryin on silicon tities And nobody wanna size d bra _die wit side shit give it
damn level and go back down and down what you niggas think im tryna tell ya. Im gonna stand up on my own, im gonna re-play my TUNE im goona give it,
me I wet up your block just like the Navy Put a label on the sh*t and write ?Play Me? DJs go in, DJs go in Funk Flex, you my n-gga. Clue, what up? DJ
junior you ain't know and don't give me that silly bullshit about you ain't hoe. I move ya to my city put yo ass in ya 1-0. I have ya lookin pretty
crooks and thieves, when im not getting arrested by the law im out gettin my cheese (CHORUS) K.I.N.G. THe Mo City Don I Know You Heard About Me and This Mission Im On Not
these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a n*gga to act up You see us in gold seaters and throw it up Its all hood, n*ggas rep your sets
up With money movin' like coke these days, gotta re-up G up, cop some heaters and dare a n*gga to act up You see us in gold seaters and throw it up Its
that ho im not gonna beep her back dont need her black got too many other needer-rats who heater fat (??) i bet your gal aint fuckin with my gat im holdin
