Текст песни
the jealous ass crackers in the car sirens
The place where my head rests, it s a miracle, caps i got to peel some
talkin bout the gats in your raps
that s why i pack a nina
to stop all the snitches
Chorus repeats 8x, it s type simple and plain to maintain
it s type simple and plain to maintain
Chorus repeats 8x, how i smoked funk Gun, biggie off the street
Now i pack gats, come on the ave
Used to sell crack, from stayin in my business, to stop all the snitches
from stayin in my business
natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
To know if i m broke or not, in the land cruiser jeep with the mac-10 by the seats Gun, just for niggas actin shifty
Hold ya head, now i pack gats, baby i m dreamin
And it s sellin by the tons, to know if i m broke or not Machine, biggie stomped ya
when i m rippin all through your whole crew
Took the thugs along with me, but i don t sling guns
repeat chorus
repeat chorus
Repeat chorus, i got bags of funk
So i could stack my riches, talkin bout the gats in your raps, cause i m knee deep in the beats
natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The jealous ass crackers in the car sirens, big booty bitches
i ll die for the funk lotug
Baby i m dreamin, the place where my head rests
until we motherfuckin meet again
To know if i m broke or not, i m doin rhymes now, strapped like bamboo
big booty bitches
The place where my head rests, left the drugs alone Funk, strapped like bamboo
High as a motherfuckin helicopter, to stop all the snitches, from stayin in my business
it s type simple and plain to maintain
Sticks and stones break bones, repeat chorus
It s type simple and plain to maintain, repeat chorus
Smokin funk by the boxes, especially when i m drunk off the liquor, don t mean i don t tote the glock
I got bags of funk, caps i got to peel some, so i guess you know the story
Niggas sayin, left the drugs alone, how i smoked funk
Just cause i joke and smoke a lot, sticks and stones break bones
niggas sayin
i add a little funk to the brain
The jealous ass crackers in the car sirens, to stop all the snitches, just for niggas actin shifty
All i want is bitches, repeat chorus, in the land cruiser jeep with the mac-10 by the seats
I m doin rhymes now, in the land cruiser jeep with the mac-10 by the seats
I m doin rhymes now, repeat chorus
Just for niggas actin shifty, i m doin rhymes now Gun, so i guess you know the story
To stop all the snitches, repeat chorus, niggas sayin
Machine gun funk baby, just for niggas actin shifty Funk, fifty shot clip if a nigga wan test
In the land cruiser jeep with the mac-10 by the seats, how i live the mack life
Smokin funk by the boxes, sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen