My Homeboyz Chevy (Explicit)-Freddy Machete

My Homeboyz Chevy (Explicit)

时间:2008-11-25

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I'm on the block sacked up

Got twomps of kill

Gurpin' in my 74 Bonneville

No time to chill

I'm the grind for real

What you want

What you need

Tryin to find some pills

Well come holla at yo neighborhood thug supply

Got everythang a ni**a love to buy

It's me MD

Skirtin from the killer whales

Black and White is always on a ni**a's tail

But I'm hypo nitro keep the Chevy Vogue'n floatin

From sac to oakland and the sack you smokin

Nobody does it better gangsta mac kill a ni**a and the b**ch I swear to

Gets my chedder

Ching ching and all that

Put it in a backwood

Ni**a roll that

It's nothing playa

A little game and muscle

It's all it takes to get a gang of ruffles

I sit low in my homeboys Chevy my Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes

Yo baby peep the science of something that's an actual fact yo

You can't mix love with rap

You better step back

My K Swiss like to step on the gas

And if you knew how fast you'd think I just might crash

I think I saw the devil all up in my purple bag and still I had to roll fat

Can you believe that

Can I believe that

Did you retrieve that

The money in the bag

Homie I'm a need that

My blackberry cellphone confuses me

I got women talking about Nicky you using me

I got coogi rap yo in my speakers in the back

My car shine like a new gat I'm with the genie of the lamp

Comin off the exit ramp

I grab cash like a calf cramp

I like garlic butter with aleodo crab

My son had a fight

I told him work the jab

Sometimes I'm very stingy

But yo I'm mostly greedy

Man eatin onion rings

On Poke street that very greasy

Man it's cracking like a flower seed

Blowing off a Gang w**d

Not to the authority*

Picture four more of me

Racing through this sht like the olympics

Running red lights

Never caring about a witness

I sit low in my homeboys Chevy my Makaveli hat pulled down by my eyes

Yo baby peep the science of somethin that's an actual fact yo

You can't mix love with rap

You better step back

My K swiss like the step on the gas

And if you knew how fast you think I just might crash

I think I saw the devil all up in my purple bag and still I had to roll fat

Can you believe that

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