Lunar C, Lefty, P Solja - Death Row lyrics

[Lunar C, Lefty, P Solja - Death Row lyrics]

Yo (HashFinger) yo

You man are pop, I'll make it feel gritty
I'm Suge Knight, some of
You rappers are scared
But you've gotta deal with me
Get beat up over biting
Like Bart Simpson's teeth
Masked up, at your yard
But I aren't trick or treatin'
Told my bitch
"You don't need to know my past" (Nah)
And I don't want to go into it
Like my overdraft
I don't care 'bout your weight, age
Or your skin tone (Nope)
But, I can only fuck with the nympho
Yo, karats in my teeth like I'm Bugs Bunny
THC syrup in my Slush Puppie
Fifteen minutes of fame
That ain't enough for me
They never taught you not all
Money is good money
Having a mental breakdown in
A bar 'cause these
Fans can't mentally break down any bars
Dealer just came 'round with some
Bud to give me and now I'm smoking on the
House like a fucking chimney
Time goes so fast, but I just go with it
Pop a Polo tag and make a roach with it
And keep releasing this fire
Until I'm blue in
The face like the Queen on a fiver (Lefty)

(Hm-m) Bitches death row (What?)
Let me go, let me get involved (yeah)
I rock Kappa head to toe
Let me get up in my zone (Uh)
Pulled up with the bros
What you need? Let me know (Let me know)
Egyptian bitch, she got camel toe (What?)
The flow cold, leave 'em froze
London to Bradford (Ah)
Kill a nigga, standard
(yeah) , this gang shit
Got your baby mama 'pon the mattress (Whoops)
She don't feint, nah, she ain't an actress
Uh check my stature
Leave a wrapper like a statue
Beat a nigga black blue (Why?)
Table in the back room (Why?)
Let me get a glass of red (Sippin')
Leave your boy with half a head (Wicked)
My new bitch cook good
Just like it's Masterchef (yeah)
Baby, pass the blem, let me go again
Everyday same shit, it never end
(It never ends, uh)
We don't pretend (We don't pretend)

Yo! (Yo)
There's two packs in the black Beamer
(Westside) i'm the next crack dealer (Ha)
Mix the dope with the concealer
Turn the bitch co-signer (Co-signer)
Her pussy full of coke diamonds
They call me P when I'm on block
Or J when I'm on strip (yeah)
I'll drag him out his new whip
Just for acting hard (Acting hard)
Normally I swag on beats
But Lunar's got me rapping bars
I'm impact like crashing cars (yeah)
Yo, I'm the hardest and I meant it
I used to keep a carver by the benches
I'm a charva from the trenches (I am)
You can't tell me 'bout cement mix
I even chilled with Pablo pressing Benz's
(Come on)
There's people saying I should rap more
(Rap more)
I was in a party full of crack whores for 2
Give me 'dat score
Get the shock from the hammer
But I'm not Thor
I know you pussy niggas want more (Easy)

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