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how many - mount westmore lyrics

[intro: too $hort & ice cube]

we got the block (we got the block)
we got the crack (we got the crack)
we got the money (we got the money)
and we got the straps (yeah)

[verse 1: ice cube]
i hit a l!ck with a trick
n*gga said he real, but the n*gga counterfeit
alfred, i knew he wouldn’t fit
from his outfit, knew he wasn’t about sh*t
but the cow sh*t, see, y’all allowed sh*t
to fester, should’ve whooped his ass last semester
like a molester
now we in the spot, motherf*ckers comin’ to arrest us
it’s him, homie, he them, homie
he gon’ tell these pigs where we been homie (been homie)
tender as a tenderoni
only phony motherf*ckers give a testimony against the big homie (big homie)
in front of judge ito
when he hit the pen, send a torpedo
bleedin’ on the floor, cuz
he can bury four of us if he hit the court bus
[chorus: too $hort & ice cube]
()
(d*mn)
(what you say?)
(to get you a early release out of jail)

[verse 2: e*40]
four smurkish n*ggas in a stolie (stolie)
’bout to pull a l!ck with thirty round clips
they finsta backdoor they homie
but he got ring cameras and *rs*nal like the army
one of the smurkish n*ggas broad told the homie they finna rob
to be prepared and stay woke because they comin’ for your throat
they homie they finna rob got some commas
told his girlfriend and his kids to spend a night at her mama’s
turned off the lights and left the tvs on
so it could look like he was home, but he was really gone
he can check the surveillance through his phone (through his phone)
get notifications when it’s on (when it’s on)
driver keep bringing up his newborn daughter
the shooter’s wonderin’ if he can hold water
’cause his body type is frail, he can’t make it in a cell
like the opposite of heads, he gon’ tell (b*tch)

[chorus: too $hort & ice cube]

(d*mn)
(what you say?)
(to get you a early release out of jail)
[verse 3: snoop dogg]
the main n*gga talkin’ ’bout he never tell
now he flossin’ in the hood leaving a paper trail
lying*ass n*gga going straight to h*ll
first time i heard about his sh*t, i ain’t take it well
n*gga in the hood tellin’ everybody
baby mama in a brand*new maserati (ooh*whee)
told the side n*gga she was f*ckin’ with me
funky dog*head, nothing*ass b*tch
now the word out, the feds knockin’ at your daddy house
meeting at the park, after dark
n*gga didn’t even try and play it smart, couldn’t play his part
snitch*ass n*gga got the same heart
police talkin’ that jail time
it was smoke you a cig and tuck your tail time
you’s a b*tch, n*gga tellin’ on everybody on the stand
judge said “point him out”, that n*gga use both hands

[chorus: too $hort & ice cube]
()
(d*mn)
(what you say?)
(to get you a early release out of jail)

[verse 4: too $hort]
they try to turn you against me, him against you
make us enemies, then we all crew
now what happened? it’s no big mystery
homeboy, you need to know your history
it’s too bad, ’cause when we got the crack
you made money off the hood, but did you ever give it back?
used it like poison, brought all your boys in
automatic weapons make a lot of noise when
motherf*ckers come through, straight tryin’ to jump you
tryna take your block, n*ggas tryna punk you
you make a lot of money off them junkies, it’s a fact
all you gotta do is keep the monkey on they back
the thug life gave us a reason to fight
you get caught in there snitchin’, you might lose your life
but no matter what you say, no matter what you do
if we all stick together, we can all pull through
[chorus: too $hort & ice cube]
()
(d*mn)
(what you say?)
(to get you a early release out of jail)

- mount westmore lyrics

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