03 Greedo - Moonrocks (Freestyle) lyrics
[03 Greedo - Moonrocks Freestyle lyrics]
Ohh ohh ohh oh oh oh
03
Well if I ever gave a fuck about a bitch
I’d always be broke
I’d never have no mothafuckin’
Moonrocks to smoke it’s baby loc you knew me
And bitch you can’t do me
And free my round fuck the flee
Fuck the police i have no love for hoes
That’s something that I learned in the Downs
So how the fuck am I supposed
To pay this ho, just to bang this ho
I know the pussy’s mines Ima
Fuck the ho three times
And then I’m through with it
There’s nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
She ain’t nothin’ but a bitch to me
Y’all know that bitches ain’t shit to me
I gives a fuck why don’t you pay attention?
Approach you with that baby proposition like
Ho, you’ll never be my only one
03 more in love with his gun
You know I come from the slums
Off some molly and tums
Og kush stuck to my thumbs
They used to call me a bum
Now look how hard Ima come, only
High power lil bud
Pull out to buy all the drugs
Fuck standin’ buy all the guns
My daughter need me to hustle
Screamin’ rest in peace Jacka
I got the piece in my jacket
You only street around ratchets
I got the heater in traffic
Summer time it get tragic
California still active
But the west full of actors
Hollywood ass rappers and Hollywood
With the package
We dropped out to start passin’
But don’t test us we spazzin’
This the retarded classes
Try not to reach or we blastin’
03
Well if I ever gave a fuck about a bitch
I’d always be broke
I’d never have no mothafuckin’
Moonrocks to smoke it’s baby loc you knew me
And bitch you can’t do me
And free my round fuck the flee
Fuck the police i have no love for hoes
That’s something that I learned in the Downs
So how the fuck am I supposed
To pay this ho, just to bang this ho
I know the pussy’s mines Ima
Fuck the ho three times
And then I’m through with it
There’s nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
She ain’t nothin’ but a bitch to me
Y’all know that bitches ain’t shit to me
I gives a fuck why don’t you pay attention?
Approach you with that baby proposition like
Ho, you’ll never be my only one
03 more in love with his gun
You know I come from the slums
Off some molly and tums
Og kush stuck to my thumbs
They used to call me a bum
Now look how hard Ima come, only
High power lil bud
Pull out to buy all the drugs
Fuck standin’ buy all the guns
My daughter need me to hustle
Screamin’ rest in peace Jacka
I got the piece in my jacket
You only street around ratchets
I got the heater in traffic
Summer time it get tragic
California still active
But the west full of actors
Hollywood ass rappers and Hollywood
With the package
We dropped out to start passin’
But don’t test us we spazzin’
This the retarded classes
Try not to reach or we blastin’