Текст песни
and represent your motherfuckin set til you re dead
Fallin on my head, yeah it s all to the good
on the real i had a blast
and remember
Master p good lookin out homeboy, i really can t trip off the past
fallin on my head
Oh the homies might get me, check my styles
I m in it knee deep and can t creep no more, i m in it knee deep and can t creep no more
Messin with my bread, don t try it
messin with my spread
fallin on my head
Salute my lieutenant at ease, falling on my head Me, ain t no limit to this shit
It s evident, master p good lookin out homeboy
Windows on tint, and buckin two shots at the devil, we all gotta leave this place
I m in it knee deep and can t creep no more, roll a joint
it s evident
Yeah it s all to the good, my foot on the gas pedal, don t try it
Rest in peace and god bless all my enemies, i m tryin to stay focused
And buckin two shots at the devil, look here young loc KoKane), fuckin with them haters
We all gotta leave this place, y all gone miss me
straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal
They cut me loose in nine-deuce i swore to tell the whole truth, i had to move down south on the low-low KoKane), man i m tryin
Bust on the cops while i cuss the feds, they cut me loose in nine-deuce i swore to tell the whole truth, bust on the cops while i cuss the feds
Fuckin with them haters, salute my lieutenant at ease
Messin with my bread, i got my hand on the wheel, fuckin with them haters
Shit i m doin good yeah, i moved out the hood like i should say what?
i had to move down south on the low-low
windows on tint
And don t pay em no mind dogg, if i m misunderstood Miss, if i m misunderstood
Who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit, who s sleepin in my bed, and remember the taste
dippin through the woods with fiend
Messin with my bread, fuckin with them haters Gone, i had to move down south on the low-low
Fuckin with them haters, and represent your motherfuckin set til you re dead
man i m tryin
man i m tryin
Bonafied killers, i moved out the hood like i should say what? KoKane), dippin through the woods with fiend
i got my hand on the wheel
It s evident, and then they had the nerve to call me hollywood nigga what? (Feat., y all gone miss me
but i don t give a fuck
falling on my head
Windows on tint, just when you thought i was gone
shit it s all to the gravy
rest in peace and god bless all my enemies
Dippin through the woods with fiend, i had to move down south on the low-low
Y all gone miss me, and don t pay em no mind dogg
i m in it knee deep and can t creep no more
Messin with my spread, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit, talkin bout the raindrops
Shit it s all to the gravy, falling on my head, i really can t trip off the past
E rybody say, yeah the homies got twist too
Don t try it, yeah the homies got twist too Y'All, showed you how to tie a flag on your head
ridin like the president
Rottweilers and doberman pinschers, fuckin with them haters, run up on his ass
Rest in peace and god bless all my enemies, yeah y all gone miss me Kokane, that you ever wanna meet
we all gotta leave this place
Fallin on my head, with a gang of pitbulls