contraband - pop-a-lot lyrics
these n-ggas know how i’m living got a pocket full of dead white n-ggas
got a back seat for the bad b—— and the dutch master full of that white widow
thick white b-tches they didn’t like n-ggas
mario put the pipe to en
now they ride around throwing it up with the pirus down in compton
(mob)
i keep the nina regardless
work tan
chico debarge
50 for a zip of hi tec
stinging n-ggas in the project
n-gga think he plotting try again
on pops i’m just tryna get it
my b-tch was tripping in the process
cause the blade was jumping like a mosh pit
so fly i’m about to crash land
miami was the pak jam
re up with a trash bag
they can hear me come in like i’m tap dancing
all a n-gga want is mathematics
back 2 back a n-gga back at it
smoke it till i’m feeling asthmatic
n-gga beefin catch him in traffic
turn a bike into a beamer wagon
plug said holla so i’m screaming at him
f-ck rap beef we won’t keep it rap
imma smack that n-gga when i see his -ss
zip loc pop with the work game
dolomite wit the word play
f-ck around make it hurricane
blllluuuu blllluuuu n-gga bird game
ball hard strong arm n-ggas that was packing bags at the walbaumbs
fast forward i’m in va
n-ggas shooting like ball hog’s
versace shades block the haters out
i’m just happy that i made it out
09 had pink dolphins like i cashed out with paper route
foreign in whippin
forgiato wheeling
bad b-tch hitting
money getting
designer rocker
look at my attire
who flyer you kinda lying
flashlight on the joystick you would think i’m trying to find it
he trying to hide but i’m right behind him
boy i am outta my mind
spent my adulthood serving n—– counted 50 up in about 30 minutes
black caddy bible turned to psalms
like i’m on my way to church n-gga
all we do is get the work and whip it need your third eye to see the perfect picture
hold up its a major difference
i’m a boss they work for n-ggas
gasoline in a backwood
get a black saleen if you trap good
try to run one on the plug
hobla no engla but his math good
back to back with them transactions
don’t hit my jack less your cash good
no bullsh-t i wish a n-gga would
f-ck around leave him in the woods
they was swagga jacking the atlanta n-ggas
riding flying saucer with the hammer in it
preyed everyday it’s like i had to get it
when my dog saw it he was like d-mn n-gga
god d-mn
“it’s like a m-th-f-ckin sp-ce ship”
hold up hold up wait
getting money with my day ones
we been up straight this is day six
k!ll the p-ssy i ain’t playing with it
these n-ggas p-ssy i ain’t playin wit him
while these n-ggas jumping clique to clique i made 100 long with the same n-ggas
f-ck yo forign you ain’t wit the sh-t unless you hit the dash on it
lane switching
swear to god i’m the same n-gga
call the play up like i’m lane kiffen
imma dogg n-gga rot wilder
said he top shotta
boy stop laying
strong pounds for the 27
had the block jumping like hydraulics
n-gga wanna try me
don’t even try it
leave ya mama crying all traumatized
these rappers lying
cut the bullsh-t you selling wolf tickets and we ain’t buying
penthouse suite at the econo lodge
2 spanish b-tches nina sky
keep in mind that i’m squeezing mine
they’re from the rap hood i’m from the real hood
got squilla but i’m still hood
came up so it feel good
n-gga credit all f-cked up
but i cash out real good
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