I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step wit' ya
Hand-sackin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' ya
Tried to squeal, now I'm callin' for them thang-thangs wit' ya
Hot n' freeze, antifreeze, chillin' cool-cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool-cool wit' ya, hot n' freeze, antifreeze
Chillin' cool-cool wit' ya, chillin' cool-cool wit' ya
Hand-sackin', rag-sackin', do my gang-bang wit' ya
Groovy nigga, jumped up off the fence
Pulled up by my third leg, cleavin' filth
No L's, no whips, backyard full of crips
Barbecues are county blues, who would thanks to be the *
It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer hittin' licks
Get EVT up off the bench, gang-bangin', * a clique
Left lookin' for a squad, see my groupin' done
Spreadin' round the world, but the top is always bottom
It's the Reaper, Reaper, Reaper
Lookin' like the Reaper in your driveway
Strange, who you livin' with?
Live on the drive-by on a summer day
July 4th will be in June
Block tip, block tip, block tip, block bottom
The sound of the drum that grips the blood, you know
Block tip, block tip, block tip, block bottom
The sound of the drum, see, see, see
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step wit' ya
Hand-sackin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' ya
So don't think things wit' ya, I can't freeze
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
My gang-bang wit' ya
Don't make me put a lean to a nigga's spleen
Chills to a nigga's bad lean, did he crack me?
Stop a dream and it slaps beam down
Little boy now a dream, little boy dream
Coco in the pot, almond in my body
ASAP rockin', boy that I can get it
Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget
Diamond on my rollie, think a nigga out of frigid
Lookin' at the time, save it, win it for a minute
See my neck go, defend it with some props
Seemin' so it's long gone, boy I got him
He was there before I shot him, it's a reamer, reamer
Boom, boom, boom, lookin' like a reaper in your driveway
Boys, who you livin' with?
Live on the drive-by, summer day
July 4th will be a joke
Block tip, block tip, block tip, block bomb
The sound of the drum that grips them bloods, Lord
Block tip, block tip, block tip, block bomb
The sound of the drum, see
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step wit' ya
Fan-saggin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' ya
The sweetest dog howlin', throw them thang-thangs wit' ya
I can freeze any freeze, chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
I can freeze any freeze, chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Chillin' cool, cool wit' ya
Fan-saggin', rag-draggin', rather gang-bang wit' ya
Tell me more about it in the gutter
When it started with the crippin', brewing cappin', so what happened?
Tell me more about it in the gutter
When it started with the crippin', then the bloods got it brackin'
I'm just a east side nigga, when your nigga sayin'
I can show you what it be like, nigga
Light em up, light em up, like a street light, nigga
Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga
I'm the boss of a swing, guns blow like dusty winds
Finna bend, push his wig back when that revolver spins
Ho-tag him, floss flaggin' like it's all good
Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?
We never heard of ya, walkin' with the murderers
Niggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar
Seen his soul was long gone before I got him
He was dead before I shot him
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