wild west With his non stop rapping and his west coast style He had the whole dang party just going wild Singing rhymes all time banging back Turning eight
steel gray, lexus, gs-4 That's an evil metal when the dog pedals to the floor I'm routin' down south, for my aim is to score Eight cylinder, screamin' '
got heat when the funk got wet She's the one I won't forget Got to get that funk like it ain't no sweat Like a seven eleven on a non stop street The
homies, five for the tricks And everybody down at the Motel Six I had seven girls and they all was tough Then I got one more and now eight is enough
my world, I'm your fantasy 'Cause where you're goin' is into my world Just straight up lovin, come and, get it girl Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
(One two three four five six seven eight nine ten) It's superficial progress, they call it liberation With opiates of silicon, big brother schemes to
, neck thumpin Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin Hardcore's the way that I swing yo Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro A seven
muthafucka Fine, niggas don't wanna let him shine Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven
Shady Gave me the gate key, paved the way So lately, my stakes gets better each day Replay my relay race When I was chasin' the afee at eighteen Eight
how he supposed ya know [Yo Gotti] I got sixteen 28 grams broke down to dimes What's my life like nigga its a constant grind You got seven eight or nine
cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots So I can grow dreadlocks Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock
, he's the 40's in hand Powercat Geronimo is in the distance The fifths are coming, the fifths are coming Hit up, lit up the blunt and I'm straight Quarter to eight
, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, Lord Come on, man, stop
Six, all black men exempt from military service Hear my words and get nervous Seven, a quick end to police brutality Death of blacks at the hands of the P.D. Eight
up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight
' just couldn't resist I said, ?Please stop bitin', please don't imitate? But they kept on bitin', so there's now there's eight Eight whack crews' poppin
AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT We gonna do it like this Anytime you're ready, check it I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits