Unified (Explicit)-Khao

Unified (Explicit)

歌手:Khao

时间:2019-06-21

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Unified (Explicit) - Khao/Nipsey Hussle/Snoop Dogg/The Game/E-40/ICE-T/Mozzy/Problem/G Perico

It's your boy Khao man

West Coast

We here

Let's go khao

This that s**t that make a n***a throw the West up

Black brown red blue n***a

Throw your set up

Gettin' money got that attitude

Don't step close

Unified bankin' in your city

It's the West Coast

The home girls crackin' cards

Cards n***as flockin'

Mercedes-benz hittin' corners

These b***hes watchin'

Dirty choppers n***as yacked up potted up

Best be official tatted tears bullet tissue

Wipe that right off made a play for like a hundred-K

P Jay to the bay and f**ked it right off

Yea I'm out

Black Osama

Chach-comptown Obama

Red Kool-Aid n***as lockin'

With they baby mamas

Yea problem yea that's me

Champ on God

Tequila got me bent like knee-cap

Ice no cap

Mixed with Dom Pérignon with that Cognac uh-oh

Fake s**t I'on't know that

Yo' new b***h my throwback

I'm in the Forbes and I ain't relaxin'

I been to war as a famous rapper hey

I made mills then I paid my taxes

Then I wifed up my favorite actress

And post pictures on vacation with a lengthy caption

Couple pies they ain't came from Gladys

I'm surprised I escaped the madness

I grew up on under Tony Cody

They respect they was savage

Can't believe I carried fatt's casket look

I'm in my feelin's but it ain't compassion

Six shots but I ain't relaxin'

I got mouths to feed and they expect a sandwich

Some were down as I respect the balance

This s**t real but I accept the challenge

We shot it out in broad day

And never checked for cameras

And talk reckless on these

Phones just to check this cabbage

My slum burnt

It's forever scalin'

We all active how I grew up

Caught slippin'

It was never passion ha-ha

We official ask us about us

Whole team official

West side

Street credentials

Automatic street sweep potential

We official ask us about us

Whole team official

West side

Street credentials

Automatic street sweep potential

Game let's go

I got murder on my mind

Hollow tips on my nine

Chronic smoke in my eyes

But I can bust it if I'm blind

B***h I'm on one tatted up

My baby mama trippin'

Got me whippin' the Benz dippin'

My trigger finger itchin'

Got my drawstrings pulled tight

My chucks on suge knight

My braids on O-dog

The homie said it's on sight

So pop goes the weasel

If I see you then your body drop

That mouth he couldn't keep closed

That's what got him shot

West side the set though

N***as is to the left lost

My strap and Bompton two things I never let go

Tell twelve f**k 'em

Tell my mama I love her

She make the best potatoes and

Keep the f**kin' barrel smothered

I'm a killer n***a woo

I'm a steeler n***a

Black and gold to the pole

Ring-ding-dong

Big King Kong

Knockin' out the teacher like

I'm Cheech and Chong

As the beat goes on

Don't try and catch it scratch or match it

My homies layin' low under your mattress

Tactics of a Navy Seal my baby real

She keep me up on it you n***as don't want it

I been grippin' since the eighties

When the game was real shady

Never leave my house without my deuce five

That's my lady

She been with me a long time 'bout 380

And I got that mothaf**kin' nine milly baby

Now Felicia said Keisha said Alicia said

They all birds waitin' on a piece of bread ha-ha

We official ask us about us

Whole team official

West side

Street credentials automatic

Street sweep potential

We official ask us about us

Whole team official

West side

Street credentials automatic

Street sweep potential

Let's go

This that s**t that make a n***a throw the West up

Black brown red blue n***a throw your set up hey

Gettin' money got that attitude don't step close

Unified bankin' in your city

It's the West Coast

High as funk when you broke and n***as need a pistol

Your brother blasted outta state

And he ain't leave a pistol huh

Feed it crystal let it go and run the GFe yeah

My young life boost your door behind a PS3

Lemon juice inside the recipe

The fiends love it

We needed onions they

Only funded us double ups hey

We was up and comin'

The tweakers ain't never come to us

Three for twenty-five is

The only reason they f**k with us

Blue Mercedes the gator

And now we down to run hey

Never take a trip with a Demon

They never gun enough hey

Never been the type

But the homie never had to bump me up hey

I love you if you dropped on the

Bail when the fifth cuffed me up yeah

West side gangsta young rich gang banger

Got arrested bailed out before I hit the station

Hey back to the spot

We wade deep on the block

We gon' fight and shoot

Whether it's even or not

I'm just a Broadway baby

Young Broadway gangsta

It's a drought on the real

So ain't no enemies hatin' hey

Truce fleece blanket

Crip blue bangin'

Quarter million-dollar car

Still around the hood hangin'

Still pullin' up on haters

You don't like it then come fade me

Ballin' gettin' paper hey goin' crazy oh

See me in traffic got that s**t I be rappin'

I ain't under no pressure

That's why these n***as mad at it it's G

This that s**t that make a n***a throw the West up

West up West up West up

It's dirty

Dirty deeds cleanin' my pistol

And eatin' sunflower seeds

Hella keys like a custodian

Or should I say janitor janitor

I'm a expert at gettin' money

Ho I ain't an amateur amateur

Your b***h keep callin' my phone

She want me to manage her manage her

I told her to leave me alone

I'm off this bottle bottle

Not only that but

I heard she got blue waffle

Blue waffle

I wouldn't f**k that

Ho with your dick fool

I'm a fixture a factor

A ball-oholic

Whatever I want I bought it

You name it I got it

Turn it and flip in my pockets

They're talkin' the town mob

Ridin' around with a frown with my goblins

Don't ask gray beard's black mass

Crack that safe fast

Pistol-whip your b***h a*s

OG old n***a 40 cal

Hair trigger

Fed more f**kin' fans than fema

Diss me and I'll come to see ya

Just because you're still alive

Slipped and thought the beef died

The big homie sent a gite

Green light's on for life

Still on my bulls**t

Black Ghost full of Crips

Want some get some pop off get done

Brra a hundred round drum on a handgun

Pushed the line get tacked

Shots call from super max

Now you got the drama what you gonna do

I couldn't stop my n***as if I wanted to

This that s**t that make a n***a throw the West up

Black brown red blue

N***a throw your set up

Gettin' money got that attitude don't step close

Unified bankin' in your city

It's the West Coast

You're welcome

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