BE$Gang - 4920 lyrics

[Ray Page] Let me demonstrate Hut one, hut two - You n***as in the way I light up 'for I penetrate - get right up when I finish And I don't do the dinner dates I'm a Red Wing when I skate [Seymour] How I'm still alive? Almost 25 - But I'm doing 90 on the interstate Find me with that syrup drank A whole lot of diesel in my tank - Let it marinade I wrote yo girl a serenade She met me at the bottom of this bottle [Ray Page] But I been off this Hennessy [Seymour Black] This weed help me elevate - I gotta [Ray Page] Cause I started from the bottom 5-1-7, let my n***as know I got em Pop one, pop two [Seymour Black] f** worrying bout me, n***a Worry bout you See us when we come through So thats Pay-Per-View [Ray Page] Then I come through and ball like the Lakers do I be late, I debate curfews - Ray Page, I am major news Young n***a did you pay your dues? Should've made your move [Seymour Black] Now everytime I move, that's a major move Got views you should savor, flavors Just something light for my haters [Ray Page] And this for the fans f** the police, they pissed that I ran I done had bags, I done ran through some bands Good genes n***a you could see it through my lens Caught a n***a slippin, you know how the rest go [Seymour Black] Mm, O.K., lets go Flow so sick sound like I caught a chest cold I'm from the Land of the Gun Show Ya man just a bird - Baby, I'm the Head Honcho Please, mami, please throw it down like Repunzel The man of ya dreams, got you hoping that it come true n***as still frontin Got somebody who could front two white bags Get it right back if you want to But I had to get it poppin just for you My city love me like I'm coming home from school My city love me like I ball for MSU Ray Page in the paint, Imma throw the Alley-Oop [Ray Page] If I said it, it's the truth f**ing with my dudes you done stepped into a noose Pour another pint, let the dog loose You the cops - Ohh! I dissapear - Poof! Caught me with ya b**h, you say thats your lover I call Lemon Squeeze you gone need some damn cover R-r-real Rap, did I f**in stutter? Put me on the track, now I'm Danny Glover City on my back, they don't even love ya When you where I'm at, ain't no one above ya East side of the Jack where a young n***a struggled I ain't never throw it in - I ain't fold - I ain't buckle f** em