REASON, The Game - IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS lyrics
[REASON, The Game - IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS lyrics]
Nigga, this shit feel like pistols poppin'
Dippin', ridin', Diddy talkin'
G.O.A.T. shit
Slidin' in the G Wagen through
Philly on some more shit
We always kept it one hunnid
Some Franklins in my coat
Yeah
Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know
They gon' walk to it
Look
The best rhymin' was raised
To expect violence
The gang and the set ridin'
Pull up in the 'Vette
Slidin'
Like dick in some wet pussy
Don't think I'm a vet? Push me
Empire building like Lucius
I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie
Oh yeah
My niggas pull up slidin' with some shottas
Oh yeah, old West
This Impalas and hydraulics
Oh yeah, West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin'
Appetite for the streets 'cause
Niggas is fed buyin'
Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous
Move silent
'Cause niggas livin' loud is soon
To be dead quiet
Shit, know my worth
Give me twenty for those shows
Paid a penny for my thots, don't
Give a penny to these hoes
Nigga
Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs, throwin' dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga
Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga
You know the tin house across
The street from Davis?
Tan khakis, Lord, save 'em, my bandana said
"Fuck the neighbors"
Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue
Guess I'm confusin' niggas
Pull up on my opps
Hop out the cuttie like I'm cool with niggas
Memoirs of a Compton nigga
Thought I was a samurai
Choppin' up them bricks
Goin' through Bompton with 'em
Smith & Wesson, he brought
His sponsors with him
He a monster with 'em
I know what's on your mind and I'm
'bout to press your conscience with 'em
Try me
We gon' pull your card and take your ID
Get a bad bitch from IG
Have her put ketamine in your IV
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm checkin' your purse
And we gon' make sure you dead, yeah
We checkin' your hearse
Come to the secretary on your birthday
And step on the dirt
Niggas get split with the
TEC disrespectin' the church
Your whole hood cryin'
Guess they wasn't expectin' the hurt
Your momma want that R-IP merch
Guess who pressin' the shirts
Keep playin', nigga
Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs throwin' dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga
Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga
Okay
Dippin', ridin', Diddy talkin'
G.O.A.T. shit
Slidin' in the G Wagen through
Philly on some more shit
We always kept it one hunnid
Some Franklins in my coat
Yeah
Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know
They gon' walk to it
Look
The best rhymin' was raised
To expect violence
The gang and the set ridin'
Pull up in the 'Vette
Slidin'
Like dick in some wet pussy
Don't think I'm a vet? Push me
Empire building like Lucius
I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie
Oh yeah
My niggas pull up slidin' with some shottas
Oh yeah, old West
This Impalas and hydraulics
Oh yeah, West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin'
Appetite for the streets 'cause
Niggas is fed buyin'
Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous
Move silent
'Cause niggas livin' loud is soon
To be dead quiet
Shit, know my worth
Give me twenty for those shows
Paid a penny for my thots, don't
Give a penny to these hoes
Nigga
Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs, throwin' dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga
Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga
You know the tin house across
The street from Davis?
Tan khakis, Lord, save 'em, my bandana said
"Fuck the neighbors"
Wilmington moves, my Pendleton blue
Guess I'm confusin' niggas
Pull up on my opps
Hop out the cuttie like I'm cool with niggas
Memoirs of a Compton nigga
Thought I was a samurai
Choppin' up them bricks
Goin' through Bompton with 'em
Smith & Wesson, he brought
His sponsors with him
He a monster with 'em
I know what's on your mind and I'm
'bout to press your conscience with 'em
Try me
We gon' pull your card and take your ID
Get a bad bitch from IG
Have her put ketamine in your IV
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm checkin' your purse
And we gon' make sure you dead, yeah
We checkin' your hearse
Come to the secretary on your birthday
And step on the dirt
Niggas get split with the
TEC disrespectin' the church
Your whole hood cryin'
Guess they wasn't expectin' the hurt
Your momma want that R-IP merch
Guess who pressin' the shirts
Keep playin', nigga
Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs throwin' dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga
Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga
Okay