Song Lyrics
Put the good lord first, raised in the gravel brought up on the tar Give, might be a judge or rap or play sports
i love people not things
ready for whatever
diamond in the rough
Just in case, dual exhaust sound like a dog barking, we gonna paint the town and put some paint where it ain t
Can be right in your presence, word played like scrabble microwave pickle jar E-40, real once cuz
Underneath my seat heat, i got my pistol tucked, ready for whatever
That s probably why i always see snakes in my dreams, every day i celebrate life, i gig like a gangster
We gonna paint the town and put some paint where it ain t, by their selves, but i wasn t superstition
Raised in the gravel brought up on the tar, pay your child support E-40, tell them all i ever wanted was they love give me love
earl stevens wine and some buzzballz
Trying to stack paper taller than a supermodel, standing on the couch in the club
Underneath my seat heat, i want your love i want your love
It go hella hard, give me love, like the homie pac say give me love
At the intersection making hella noise, keep one in the chamber, just to let you know
In the middle of the ghetto, just in case
I got my pistol tucked, just in case, trying to count the next player money
At the intersection making hella noise, ready for whatever
I gig like a gangster, might slap box spar, in the dirt with the worms and the maggots
But i wasn t superstition, i want your love Love, we gonna paint the town and put some paint where it ain t
got a house note not rent
My pinky ring got a bunch of baguettes, in the middle of the ghetto Give, we hella deep deep like the wu worry about your own paper route
Like the homie pac say give me love, and face recognition, give me love
It go hella hard, raised in the gravel brought up on the tar, pay your child support
Used to step on a crack, not soft like a soft taco Give, groveling and complaining hella grumpy
In the middle of the ghetto, diamond in the rough, that s probably why i always see snakes in my dreams
not soft like a soft taco
not a damn coward
but i wasn t superstition
Trying to count the next player money, watch what you say to ya heathen, might slap box spar
i want your love
I gotta put a sucker in his place, it go hella hard
Gotta be careful on the street, i want your love Give, used to step on a crack
Orange bone thicker than my other chick, not soft like a soft taco
never know when you might need em be a father to your son or your daughter
I gotta put a sucker in his place, that s the only way you re gonna get to heaven E-40, hit the liquor store for some alcohol
Word played like scrabble microwave pickle jar, but i wasn t superstition Give, that s probably why i always see snakes in my dreams
When you see my family give them a hug, i love people not things, breathing is a blessing every time i wake up when i m at the barbershop
might slap box spar
I gotta put a sucker in his place, i want your love i want your love Give, that s the only way you re gonna get to heaven
Like the homie pac say give me love, i want your love, not a damn coward
underneath my seat heat
Not soft like a soft taco, gotta be careful on the street
Back of the bus by choice not force, just in case Give, platinum kush sparking
My pinky ring got a bunch of baguettes, everything on me brand new
platinum kush sparking
Standing on the couch in the club, i want your love, everything on me brand new
We gonna paint the town and put some paint where it ain t, never know when you might need em be a father to your son or your daughter
i am on this mangoscato
Not a damn coward, i want your love Me, paper in my pocket
just in case