Baby Bash, Low-G - Don't Disrespect My Mind lyrics
[Baby Bash, Low-G - Don't Disrespect My Mind lyrics]
Ghetto Soldier
I'm representin' from that Houston
Second Ward
That be the place where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, sellin' dope
Only my God knows
I have to do what I have to do
Just to stay alive i lost a friend
But God blessed me with some real niggas
Hell is soft
I kept it real from the fuckin' start
I stay strapped
Cause my neighborhood so dirty
I kiss my Grandma goodbye
But my jefa looks so worried
Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home
It ain't much
But it's something I can call my own
I go to war at any times, at any place
Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face
I want your jades, your jackets
And your jewelry
What the fuck you on my block
If you ain't cool with me
You crossed the line
Ain't no time to press rewind
I caught you slippin' cause I heard
That you dropped a dime
On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life
Low G, now I got to earn another stripe
Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car
Ghetto clothes
But I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far
Don't disrespect my mind -
Don't disrespect my clika
A maggots gon' be a maggot
Faggot's gon' be a faggot
But, if they want some static
I got an automatic
This automatic, if I grab it
Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc
Bullets blastin
But he had to have it from startin racket
Looked at the wounded and all the graphic
The game is graphic, and the classic
In and out of traffic
Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
And find a way to keep
Supporting my weed habit
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it
You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited
My trigga finger get itchy
Like I was +Lionel Richie+
A +Commodore+, when I go to war
So get down so I can touch you quickly
No substitute for these thugs
Who love to shoot and cut the loot
You fuckin punk
That's why I don't fuck with you
Cock strong
Pretty boy but don't get it twisted
A savage with this beat you want it
Mayne then come and get it
Cause every blow has nothing
But these bad intentions
So now you know Baby Bash
Keeps it gut wrenchin'
I'm representin' from that Houston
Second Ward
That be the place where I do my dirt
Kick in doors, sellin' dope
Only my God knows
I have to do what I have to do
Just to stay alive i lost a friend
But God blessed me with some real niggas
Hell is soft
I kept it real from the fuckin' start
I stay strapped
Cause my neighborhood so dirty
I kiss my Grandma goodbye
But my jefa looks so worried
Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home
It ain't much
But it's something I can call my own
I go to war at any times, at any place
Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face
I want your jades, your jackets
And your jewelry
What the fuck you on my block
If you ain't cool with me
You crossed the line
Ain't no time to press rewind
I caught you slippin' cause I heard
That you dropped a dime
On my perro, now he doin' twenty-five to life
Low G, now I got to earn another stripe
Ghetto star, Greyhound is my fuckin' car
Ghetto clothes
But I'm feeling like I'm ghetto far
Don't disrespect my mind -
Don't disrespect my clika
A maggots gon' be a maggot
Faggot's gon' be a faggot
But, if they want some static
I got an automatic
This automatic, if I grab it
Sometimes it's tragic, causin havoc
Bullets blastin
But he had to have it from startin racket
Looked at the wounded and all the graphic
The game is graphic, and the classic
In and out of traffic
Money stackin, by any means keep your gadget
And find a way to keep
Supporting my weed habit
I get my shit dirt cheap, the way I like it
You disrespect the clip, puto I get excited
My trigga finger get itchy
Like I was +Lionel Richie+
A +Commodore+, when I go to war
So get down so I can touch you quickly
No substitute for these thugs
Who love to shoot and cut the loot
You fuckin punk
That's why I don't fuck with you
Cock strong
Pretty boy but don't get it twisted
A savage with this beat you want it
Mayne then come and get it
Cause every blow has nothing
But these bad intentions
So now you know Baby Bash
Keeps it gut wrenchin'