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Hook: 2x



Rock the beat

Rock the beat

This is for my killas

That shoot tequilla

? ? while they ride out to the club

To get their freak on(rock the beat)

To get their creep on(rock the beat)

To get their drink on(rock the beat)

To get their smoke on(rock the beat)



Verse 1: kurupt



Blaze up

Blaze up

All the homies bang

Round up all the little locs, high as the sky

Smash and mash your body, just another day

Real high until your pistols reach the sky

Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud

cause where Im from thangs aint never gonna change

So fuck where you from

Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip

Not giving a fuck is the motto

Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga)

And Im first to launch off the hallow heads nigga

Hit the liquor store for sure

Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four)



Hook: 2x



Verse 2: t-moe



Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures

Make a nigga feel bigger

Cap pealer for the soldiers

Make a nigga feel older

And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick

Thats all a nigga get, cause it get rich

Overnight flight to the top, first class

Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit)

Fast as you want to be

Lady just follow me

Im a southwest g

Team with kurupt

Straight giving a fuck

I will make a tick know whats up, blowin up

Finish up when I bust a nut

Im in your girls guts screaming, keepin her feining

Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming

Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag

Acting all bad, make me mad

So be the first to blast

Miss niva(niva, niva)



Hook: 2x



Verse 3: kurupt



We, organized the killings, dont be playin the plots

Come around here and you will get shot

Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block

Pop, pop one of they homies drop

I told yall niggas never to come around here

Cause yall motherfuckers dont pump no fear

Aint nobody hard whether its day or dark

Like the fourth of july when the candles spark

Always knew what I wanted to see

Thats having big paper have many gs

Aint nothing but killers hanging with me

Blast any nigga who step to me



Verse 4: daz



We will take your shit

Whoop your ass

Fuck your bitch

Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick

Yall niggas cant fuck with this



Hook: 2x

Hook: 2x



Rock the beat

Rock the beat

This is for my killas

That shoot tequilla

? ? while they ride out to the club

To get their freak on(rock the beat)

To get their creep on(rock the beat)

To get their drink on(rock the beat)

To get their smoke on(rock the beat)



Verse 1: kurupt



Blaze up

Blaze up

All the homies bang

Round up all the little locs, high as the sky

Smash and mash your body, just another day

Real high until your pistols reach the sky

Quarter pound of bomb, quarter pound of bud

cause where Im from thangs aint never gonna change

So fuck where you from

Semi-automatic shotgun blast a herb, when I trip then unload the clip

Not giving a fuck is the motto

Bitches gobble and swallow, we bust hallows(nigga)

And Im first to launch off the hallow heads nigga

Hit the liquor store for sure

Right after I unload the forty-four(four, four)



Hook: 2x



Verse 2: t-moe



Whether mathematical, actual dollar figures

Make a nigga feel bigger

Cap pealer for the soldiers

Make a nigga feel older

And another gift from a sweet lick, to a cheap trick

Thats all a nigga get, cause it get rich

Overnight flight to the top, first class

Miss lady got a nice ass(ew shit)

Fast as you want to be

Lady just follow me

Im a southwest g

Team with kurupt

Straight giving a fuck

I will make a tick know whats up, blowin up

Finish up when I bust a nut

Im in your girls guts screaming, keepin her feining

Had to put her on my team and fuck dreaming

Mack-a-jack with the checkered flag

Acting all bad, make me mad

So be the first to blast

Miss niva(niva, niva)



Hook: 2x



Verse 3: kurupt



We, organized the killings, dont be playin the plots

Come around here and you will get shot

Me and my motherfucking homeboys run the block

Pop, pop one of they homies drop

I told yall niggas never to come around here

Cause yall motherfuckers dont pump no fear

Aint nobody hard whether its day or dark

Like the fourth of july when the candles spark

Always knew what I wanted to see

Thats having big paper have many gs

Aint nothing but killers hanging with me

Blast any nigga who step to me



Verse 4: daz



We will take your shit

Whoop your ass

Fuck your bitch

Never thought it would happen but it did, you trick

Yall niggas cant fuck with this



Hook: 2x

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