504 Boyz, Master P, Krazy, Pusha T - D-Game lyrics
[504 Boyz, Master P, Krazy, Pusha T - D-Game lyrics]
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
The South done hooked up with the East baby
The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy
I'm thugged out Feel it
Wuz up playah ya' slick with that
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
Well check this out here wodie
Lay on the ground for I show your clown ass
How these hot balls sound, they goin'
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh that's my style
Problem with Terror take it straight to gun
So we can keep it coporate give
Up your block and run
Too much paper here to try an' count by ones
Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young
For you haters on the streets
Tryin to measure my blow
If you see the new whip know to add nine o's
Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's
If you counting by the whips
Then it's 8 different flopes
I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads
Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars
And what I hop in, it's my option
To shift your mass put chronic in your dash
Now if it's on put the dope in the bag baby
You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby
The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me
I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3
Give me an ounce and I'm gon
Flip it to a brick nigga
You got my scratch- you snitch
Then you a bitch nigga
Hit the pen you probably gon'
Be a missed nigga so here's some prop for
Your motherfuckin tiss nigga
Imagine all the bricks in the
Projects was made of cocaine
I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game
All my money come in arm of trucks
More cars more houses more hoes to fuck
You wasn't worried when I was local nigga
I'm world wide
You niggas can't take it, You petrified
The let me loose out that I reveal
Thuggin wit P it's No Limit until I die
Y'all can't fuck wit me
The South done hooked up with the East baby
The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy
I'm thugged out Feel it
Wuz up playah ya' slick with that
Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
Well check this out here wodie
Lay on the ground for I show your clown ass
How these hot balls sound, they goin'
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
Click Click blouh blouh that's my style
Problem with Terror take it straight to gun
So we can keep it coporate give
Up your block and run
Too much paper here to try an' count by ones
Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young
For you haters on the streets
Tryin to measure my blow
If you see the new whip know to add nine o's
Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's
If you counting by the whips
Then it's 8 different flopes
I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads
Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars
And what I hop in, it's my option
To shift your mass put chronic in your dash
Now if it's on put the dope in the bag baby
You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby
The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me
I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3
Give me an ounce and I'm gon
Flip it to a brick nigga
You got my scratch- you snitch
Then you a bitch nigga
Hit the pen you probably gon'
Be a missed nigga so here's some prop for
Your motherfuckin tiss nigga
Imagine all the bricks in the
Projects was made of cocaine
I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game
All my money come in arm of trucks
More cars more houses more hoes to fuck
You wasn't worried when I was local nigga
I'm world wide
You niggas can't take it, You petrified
The let me loose out that I reveal
Thuggin wit P it's No Limit until I die
Y'all can't fuck wit me