[Intro]
Check it out now
Big L Corleone (No doubt)
Flamboyant Entertainment (Uh-huh)
One love to my big brother, Big Lee
Holdin' it down from the inside right now
When you come home, it's on
Herb McGruff, Universal, Harlem World shit, yeah (No doubt)
1-3-9 & Lenox shit
Danger Zone shit
Check it out
[Verse]
I be twistin' bitches a lot, have 'em sit on this cock
I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot
I'll be droppin' like early August, late July
With tracks that will make you cry, hate you die
Stop frontin', you got no dough
Might'a had, but not no mo'
You mad 'cause I knocked yo' ho
While cops watch me, I got cats who watch po-po
My block loco, don't need a crew, I rock solo
Or with my nigga Gruff, these faggot niggas ain't rich as us
I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed with dust
Go ahead and let your crew soup you up
And the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up
Fuck what my last sold, my new shit is goin' past Gold
And if you don't agree, you's a asshole
Mark my word, you gon' make me park the bird
And spark this herb 'til Homicide chalk the curb, you heard?
I never hesitate to buck my gun
Harlem World – y'all know where the fuck I'm from!
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
