toast to the most, West coast love Fo' sho' though, I let you know from the get go Pullin' on my endo, rollin' through the Wood with my kin dog Not
yeah I got a bucket of shit Not dog shit, cow shit, horse shit, real shit Why'd you cut me up in my car dickhead Why'd you say bad things ?bout my bra
sense, tryin' to push me He used to hold dick, now he wanna be in my shoes Hatin' like a baby, mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues Tryin' to hold on to my
deals Get money everyday I love this life Fast cars, nice clothes, I love this ice The watch match the chain Chains match the range Cranberry on my stone Yea i does my
my sleep I'd be laughin, but shit be funny to me (oh) Look, my ice cream was two hundred degrees if it dripped, I'd get a hole in my dungarees See, my
up We kill them softly, we kill them softly He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay My girl she need me, my girl she want me Because
got But I've been hustling handling my bussiness it's my time wether you like it or not Just stay the hell out my way I'll sacerfice my freedom today
How does it feel to wish that you was dead, I can Answer that cause many of nights my pistol's to my head But I'm so scared, my life, my life, 360 degrees
the shelf and I'll bust And if you wonder why my pants sag, I keep my pistol in my pocket Cause motherfuckers want to see me take my last dance But they
is guaranteed Black hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is my breed Enemies, fuck all my foes, fuck all my friends Unless I'm in the penn, I've got nobody to call my kin
my all My wife, my daughter, my love, my dream My mother, my father, my brother, my team My camp, my squad, my house, my car My boat, my shoes, my pants
so tense But I can't speed up the time But you know, love There's one more thing to consider Said, woman, take it slow And things will be just fine You
Beverly and my auntie, and the rest of my cousins I had to let the world know, that I love em To my motherfucking roll dogs, Boss and Ro Even if we wasn't kin
out of my faith? Lucifer out of the way (way) Or maybe he don't even exist I ain't gotta trip Gettin hookers out of my system (get you out of my system
a chance to miss you Say goodbye It'll make me want to kiss you I love you so Much more when you're not here Watchin all the bad shows Drinking all of my
oven door was sprung a little bit So we propped it up with a forked stick But that didn't matter cause Mama kept us fed My mama and daddy must have loved
'm too cocky I love when the women scream "Hey Papi" (that's right) I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed (c'mon) And I love when a playa-hata
want it too Good pussy the worst thing you can ever lose Chorus (Whispering) I feel like f**kin', I feel like f**kin', I feel like f**kin', I feel like f**kin