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Yo, I’m tha new ghetto, sworn in king Mi Hollywood name is Mr. La La I don't need 2 listen 2 no lo **** ‘Cause all ya barberin’, is just blah blah I take wat eva hood rat, be wantin’ 2 *** Just don't tri and steal mi hard earned bling You're so friggin dope, well thank you, mi new sister girly You remind me of an ex Brady, she 2 waz a dirtee little birdy *** into mi crib and I shall show ya tha best time Grab a smoke and choke on dat hot *** it won't cost ya a dime Ride-by just dun, bi sum kids on a bike, it seems Leaves images I witnessed, carved into mi nightly dreamz Wild streets aren't designed 4 everybody out there, but me Dats wi they invented, plain old grey sidewalks, 4 free I feel totally naked widout it, I'm not a bad **** dirtee turtle Dats wat mi mama once said, but even I'm shell shocked, can’t ya tell? But wat ya see, is wat it really means, or so it should So yes, it's good 2 be tha king of tha whole **** hood One day I spilt the beans , on sum loyal corner crew boys I told tha popo, I know dats so lo lo, but they killed using one of mi toys If you’re not encouraged in life as a child, like most of uz You'll always be in a cage as an adult, so wats the big fuss? Attacked Mr Bigs crib and forced his family out, widout any doubt Nobody likes a smelly snitch, 4 they will be hunted down and blacked out They chose a new leader 4 da team and told him, ‘Ya better be able to cope’ But, he waz a brother, who neva new how to tie up all tha loose rope I came on back and killed tha whole **** hood A true gangsta haz pride and doze wat he should I just rode on bi, in mi lo ridin’ convertible Jaguar cat Shot up and sliced up, all doze forma ****** of mine, and dats dat
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
True Gangsta
Yo, I’m tha new ghetto, sworn in king Mi Hollywood name is Mr. La La I don't need 2 listen 2 no lo **** ‘Cause all ya barberin’, is just blah blah I take wat eva hood rat, be wantin’ 2 *** Just don't tri and steal mi hard earned bling You're so friggin dope, well thank you, mi new sister girly You remind me of an ex Brady, she 2 waz a dirtee little birdy *** into mi crib and I shall show ya tha best time Grab a smoke and choke on dat hot *** it won't cost ya a dime Ride-by just dun, bi sum kids on a bike, it seems Leaves images I witnessed, carved into mi nightly dreamz Wild streets aren't designed 4 everybody out there, but me Dats wi they invented, plain old grey sidewalks, 4 free I feel totally naked widout it, I'm not a bad **** dirtee turtle Dats wat mi mama once said, but even I'm shell shocked, can’t ya tell? But wat ya see, is wat it really means, or so it should So yes, it's good 2 be tha king of tha whole **** hood One day I spilt the beans , on sum loyal corner crew boys I told tha popo, I know dats so lo lo, but they killed using one of mi toys If you’re not encouraged in life as a child, like most of uz You'll always be in a cage as an adult, so wats the big fuss? Attacked Mr Bigs crib and forced his family out, widout any doubt Nobody likes a smelly snitch, 4 they will be hunted down and blacked out They chose a new leader 4 da team and told him, ‘Ya better be able to cope’ But, he waz a brother, who neva new how to tie up all tha loose rope I came on back and killed tha whole **** hood A true gangsta haz pride and doze wat he should I just rode on bi, in mi lo ridin’ convertible Jaguar cat Shot up and sliced up, all doze forma ****** of mine, and dats dat
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC
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