Uhh. Yeahh.
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up
but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up
f** all that sh** you talk,
you ain't got no Byzantine chain,
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes
b**hes tangled in my slang - pilot language
We a**a**inate them lames
flash my high beams
get the f** up out our lane
say Trade, I swear this sh** going how we planned it,
less a couple n***as though, I ain't really trippin' though
see 'em when we see 'em
send 'em bottles and a couple hos
spread love is the Jet way,
all day, me and my b**h ridin' to that Biggie
up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
real n***as from my set know I still kick it
others be like I don't f** with 'em,
that's why I don't f** with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever f** with 'em
would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em
well f** n***as.
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'
smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'
this is trill n***a season,
real n***as eatin', scrap,
get the scraps if we leave em.
Yeah
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up
but all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up
but all my joints gon' smoke so my b**hes get highed up