E-40, Willie Joe , Nef The Pharaoh - 707 lyrics
[E-40, Willie Joe , Nef The Pharaoh - 707 lyrics]
707 breh
I'm throwing up the V the 707
She rolling up the tree 707
Got a 223 (where you from breh?)
From the 707 i’m throwing up the V, bitch
From the 707
I’m a Hillside Kitty Walk nigga of course
You bound to see a nigga do
A drive by on a horse
Country-city boy, big corn-fed nigga
40 ounce sipper, discount liquor
On the corner of Magazine
And Sonoma Boulevard
Across the street from Grant Street
Suicide backyard play them boys for false
Fuck around and get stolen
They rep that shit hard, shout out to Soulin
I got the munchies 'cause I'm
Smoking on a log
Went to Bridgeside for some Sac's hot dogs
I'm slapping "Hubba Head" the Luvva
Twins - Albino Rod
The first record Vallejo record ever pressed
Up as far as hip hop
Then came MVP: 40, D-Shot, Suga, and B
Then came The Mac, then came Mac D-R-E
They doing the Thizz Dance
In front of SolTrans
Everybody activated with a pistol
In their pants
I'm throwing up the V the 707
She rolling up the tree 707
Got a 223 (where you from breh?)
From the 707 i’m throwing up the V, bitch
From the 707
I was taking a shit and Cousin Fik hit me up
He said "40 on the other line
" I told that nigga "What?"
Pressed mute, wiped my ass
Bounced the fuck up
And started talking business with the
Boss of where I'm from
The seven hundred and six plus one
I be in the trap with Kyle Nasa in the flats
Was born in '95 and after
That it’s been a wrap
I'm a hustla not no rat
I'm about my Gouda I'm about my scratch
I'm heading to the tippy so
I’m always on my toes
Times Herald taking pictures for so
I'm striking for the pose
My niggas on Alhambra still be
Playing with their nose
Even if this rap don’t blow I
Still get money out a ho
I was raised by OGs so it's class in me
I'm allergic to broke bitches so
They bad for me you want a verse from lil
Neffy then start cashing me
Bitch I'm from Vallejo muthafucka
Stop asking me
I'm throwing up the V the 707
She rolling up the tree 707
Got a 223 (where you from breh?)
From the 707 i’m throwing up the V, bitch
From the 707
V-A double-L-E-J-O
Hop in this form, bitch, ride with the roller
What's your motive? Them ain't the cops
Them the rollers flow straight colder
Talking sicker than Ebola
Had a tramp out in Rosa and I fucked her good
I found out she was a ho so I kept it hood
Yeah, we counting C notes like a musical
I'm slapping Young D-Boyz "Selling
Cocaine as Usual"
I went to House of Soul, I need the usual
Never wore a suit but I’m suitable
WataBoys down to the cuticles
Moved to the A, the shit was beautiful
I moved back, start killing niggas
Your funeral i'm sideways, nigga, that-a-way
Shout out to Legit
My nigga 40 'cause they paved the way
Hell yeah, I'mma rep
They gonna hate me anyway (BEEZY)
So anyway (Feel me)
I'm throwing up the V the 707
She rolling up the tree 707
Got a 223 (where you from breh?)
From the 707 i’m throwing up the V, bitch
From the 707
I'm throwing up the V the 707
She rolling up the tree 707
Got a 223 (where you from breh?)
From the 707 i’m throwing up the V, bitch
From the 707
I’m a Hillside Kitty Walk nigga of course
You bound to see a nigga do
A drive by on a horse
Country-city boy, big corn-fed nigga
40 ounce sipper, discount liquor
On the corner of Magazine
And Sonoma Boulevard
Across the street from Grant Street
Suicide backyard play them boys for false
Fuck around and get stolen
They rep that shit hard, shout out to Soulin
I got the munchies 'cause I'm
Smoking on a log
Went to Bridgeside for some Sac's hot dogs
I'm slapping "Hubba Head" the Luvva
Twins - Albino Rod
The first record Vallejo record ever pressed
Up as far as hip hop
Then came MVP: 40, D-Shot, Suga, and B
Then came The Mac, then came Mac D-R-E
They doing the Thizz Dance
In front of SolTrans
Everybody activated with a pistol
In their pants
I'm throwing up the V the 707
She rolling up the tree 707
Got a 223 (where you from breh?)
From the 707 i’m throwing up the V, bitch
From the 707
I was taking a shit and Cousin Fik hit me up
He said "40 on the other line
" I told that nigga "What?"
Pressed mute, wiped my ass
Bounced the fuck up
And started talking business with the
Boss of where I'm from
The seven hundred and six plus one
I be in the trap with Kyle Nasa in the flats
Was born in '95 and after
That it’s been a wrap
I'm a hustla not no rat
I'm about my Gouda I'm about my scratch
I'm heading to the tippy so
I’m always on my toes
Times Herald taking pictures for so
I'm striking for the pose
My niggas on Alhambra still be
Playing with their nose
Even if this rap don’t blow I
Still get money out a ho
I was raised by OGs so it's class in me
I'm allergic to broke bitches so
They bad for me you want a verse from lil
Neffy then start cashing me
Bitch I'm from Vallejo muthafucka
Stop asking me
I'm throwing up the V the 707
She rolling up the tree 707
Got a 223 (where you from breh?)
From the 707 i’m throwing up the V, bitch
From the 707
V-A double-L-E-J-O
Hop in this form, bitch, ride with the roller
What's your motive? Them ain't the cops
Them the rollers flow straight colder
Talking sicker than Ebola
Had a tramp out in Rosa and I fucked her good
I found out she was a ho so I kept it hood
Yeah, we counting C notes like a musical
I'm slapping Young D-Boyz "Selling
Cocaine as Usual"
I went to House of Soul, I need the usual
Never wore a suit but I’m suitable
WataBoys down to the cuticles
Moved to the A, the shit was beautiful
I moved back, start killing niggas
Your funeral i'm sideways, nigga, that-a-way
Shout out to Legit
My nigga 40 'cause they paved the way
Hell yeah, I'mma rep
They gonna hate me anyway (BEEZY)
So anyway (Feel me)
I'm throwing up the V the 707
She rolling up the tree 707
Got a 223 (where you from breh?)
From the 707 i’m throwing up the V, bitch
From the 707