i havnt posted some shit for HELLA days but heres some shit i wrote when i was blown. feedback is welcomed, thanks...
diamonds in my ear stuntin like its nuthin
with a kings jersey on my back
blue jeans hangin low
all whites nike stripe on my kicks lookin like a mac
seat reclined back low strawberry swisher twistin a sack
sparkin a chop with the boys ready to blow fat in the llac
kings hat not flat but tilted up a little to the side
puff, puff, pass as my brain goes on fried
lookin bossy, saucy at all times when we ride
suspended L's, no insurance and all bad tags
red rags, a pound of purple sacks and about 100 racks
cash
not givin a fuck when we shmobbin through the yay
gas break dippin cause thats what we do where we stay
ghost ridin the whip
keepin a legend alive in the bay Andre Hicks RIP Mac Dre
red and blue lights "SKEE SKIRT!" start to flash
unlawful riding
fuck the pigs always on my ass creepin out the cutts like a fuckin skin rash
not pullin me this time stuff the stash hit the gas and mash
red lights, stop signs no time to procrast
as we speed stupid fast watch them as they fly past
no hesitation or feelings the law far surpassed
body out the passenger window my boy cappin gun blasts
cloud of smoke in the air out the sunroof in the sky
one, two hittin corners nearby doing atleast fifty five
lids droopy and low covering more than half of my eyes
slow as fuck, animated 3D the hustlers code i abide by
eyes blood shot red, itchy and feelin hella dry
like grandmas three day old steak and kidney pie
reactions slow as fuck i aint even gonna deny
hit the blocc and parked the car jumped out so quick
god dayum!
my enyce jeans down the seam they ripped
locked and slammed the door
tossed the keys to the whip
cops on me foot chase people lookin at me like a show on the las vegas strip
hit the cutts turn back hella wet dont slip
my boy right behind me runnin as we dip
feet to the fence then to the floor
guilt trip
a couple more fences over them as my body flipped
AKs SKs extra clips dont trip
aimin steady waitin ready in my pad deadly fully equipped...
diamonds in my ear stuntin like its nuthin
with a kings jersey on my back
blue jeans hangin low
all whites nike stripe on my kicks lookin like a mac
seat reclined back low strawberry swisher twistin a sack
sparkin a chop with the boys ready to blow fat in the llac
kings hat not flat but tilted up a little to the side
puff, puff, pass as my brain goes on fried
lookin bossy, saucy at all times when we ride
suspended L's, no insurance and all bad tags
red rags, a pound of purple sacks and about 100 racks
cash
not givin a fuck when we shmobbin through the yay
gas break dippin cause thats what we do where we stay
ghost ridin the whip
keepin a legend alive in the bay Andre Hicks RIP Mac Dre
red and blue lights "SKEE SKIRT!" start to flash
unlawful riding
fuck the pigs always on my ass creepin out the cutts like a fuckin skin rash
not pullin me this time stuff the stash hit the gas and mash
red lights, stop signs no time to procrast
as we speed stupid fast watch them as they fly past
no hesitation or feelings the law far surpassed
body out the passenger window my boy cappin gun blasts
cloud of smoke in the air out the sunroof in the sky
one, two hittin corners nearby doing atleast fifty five
lids droopy and low covering more than half of my eyes
slow as fuck, animated 3D the hustlers code i abide by
eyes blood shot red, itchy and feelin hella dry
like grandmas three day old steak and kidney pie
reactions slow as fuck i aint even gonna deny
hit the blocc and parked the car jumped out so quick
god dayum!
my enyce jeans down the seam they ripped
locked and slammed the door
tossed the keys to the whip
cops on me foot chase people lookin at me like a show on the las vegas strip
hit the cutts turn back hella wet dont slip
my boy right behind me runnin as we dip
feet to the fence then to the floor
guilt trip
a couple more fences over them as my body flipped
AKs SKs extra clips dont trip
aimin steady waitin ready in my pad deadly fully equipped...
