Song Lyrics
Blow dope dough, i got fifty in your hand when you land Let's, let s make a deal
and fitty cabs with ends on it see
Ain t that the american dream, we gone build up our trust, till they trust us with mo drugs
back and fourth in freight-line trucks
And a four month run, hands trimbling WC, i m slapping on the amount
i m loved from y all to the indians
breaking em down
Breaking em down, quanto qeusto
Feels the pain, they gone wish they never knew us have em saying hathe pinche miatay
We done cracked him fo sho glove, i m jacking for mill-i-ons Make, it s the american way
call my nigga gangsta what s happenin
i got your back you got mine
tell him that we got a hundred thous in a benz or the lexo
So nigga fuck being nice, tell him that we got a hundred thous in a benz or the lexo, why not nigga
I m jacking for mill-i-ons, quanto qeusto
What s cracking nigga, what s cracking nigga Deal, till they trust us with mo drugs
then i can get 28 off me now the clue to the tax
Then i can get 28 off me now the clue to the tax, stop and drop
Cause i m caught in the mix of the game, gang related a zig-zag litted
Straight homicider when i m sick with it i tank, where you at, find out how much they ll charge us to get him here