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how 2 get put on - xavier rhapsody lyrics

[intro]
aye, wake yo’ punk*ass up!
sh*t, ain’t nun bout a compton thang
it ain’t nothin’ but a compton thang
finna teach you so some rules bout’ to the streets!

[verse 1: xavier rhapsody]
so u tryna gang bang,huh my little n*gga?
you think you hard, you think you tuff
you run the streets now, n*gga?
you want yo stripes, want sum respect out here up in these streets
don’t u know these same streets turned us to a beast?
you better ask somebody
anybody can get put on, d*mn near anybody
you can b payin the bills
still yo lights get cut off
but if you down then you down, put that bandanna on and
rob that n*gga!
shoot that n*gga!
get that n*gga!
bam!
rob that n*gga!
shoot that n*gga!
get that n*gga!
bam!
h*ll yeah, n*gga!
im down for it, n*gga!
h*ll yeah, my n*gga!
h*ll yeah, n*gga!
im down for it, n*gga!
i’ll get that n*gga
h*ll yeah, my n*gga!

drive bys, hop outs
our hearts is, cold
ooo that girl fine asf
lets pull up on that hoe

b*tch take that jacket off, we both know you ain’t cold!
eiffel tower that b*tch, then kick her to the road!

we is beefin wit *beep*, yeah we don’t like them n*ggas
gun downed one of our homies, we gotta light them n*ggas
shoot em’ up in the car, you dead right where u seatin’

if you come in my hood, you get that jesus treatment!

hold up, hold up…
n*ggas be talkin like they just want problems
ain’t f*cking with sh*t like you n*ggas wear condoms
i’m ruthless, i’m compton
i cop one, then cop ten
i’ll f*ck on yo b*tch then i might sn*tch yo wallet
okay you got it, just tell me you got it
okay you got it?
h*ll yeah, i got it

okay you got this?

h*ll yeah i got it!
call me a thug, guess i am what i am
best pray to god that this chopper is jammed!
i don’t really care about your whereabouts
all i really care about is airing out your upper body when u leavin’ out yo parents house
you ain’t from compton, n*gga you from paramount!!
air em’ out, i don’t give a f*ck about a mother f*ckin’ b*tch
and if u be talkin’ then hop the f*ck up off my d*ck!
yo mother f*cker what time is it?

*oh it’s like….3:2*

haha just kidding nice watch n*gga better run that sh*t
i told a f*cker if you wanna know something
i’m the baddest a round here better ask somebody

any unfamiliar faces then i get to pressin’
any n*gga in the wrong colors they get to steppin’
swear to god, that its time for me to get put on, on everything
i put that sh*t on everything, i’ll do anything just so i can get
put on, my n*gga, tell me what the f*ck i gotta do?
okay little homie, you’ve done bout everything
now it’s time for us to put on, here’s what you gotta do

- xavier rhapsody lyrics

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