Up On The Wall (feat. Problem, Ty Dolla $ign & YG)-The Game

歌手 : The Game
语种 : 英语
时长 : 05:05

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TXT Up On The Wall (feat. Problem, Ty Dolla $ign & YG)-The Game 文本歌词

Up On The Wall (feat. Problem, Ty Dolla $ign & YG) - The Game
Old p**sy a** mark b**ch a** buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat my ni**a Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Ni**a you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube today was a good day
You ain't never been dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel got socked in the jaw
By some sixties I bombed back the ni**a pulled out
A strap said it's 6-0 I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to Bompton
Before I hit the hood a ni**a gotta stop in the Swans
And pick up a sack had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty made it last all day
Smoking with the homies My ni**a G W**d from Dallas
My ni**a Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line deuce line Bray still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes why we asking
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-a**
Murder was the case that they gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a ni**a gang bang
Red bandana round the rear-view
Where you say you from Blood
Niggas can't hear you
Flag on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling niggas cuz
Bout to get your mark a** chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on they chest like
I said I need some p**sy on my motherf**king wall
And I ain't got my commissary yet
I said the next motherf**ker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a f**king pencil to the neck
That's on the set
Ooh I'm a Tree Top rep all the
Homies know is shoot choppers handguns and Tecs
Not unless my niggas really get it popping
Tree Top niggas like the Hoovers in Bompton
Big Budda Syke o Slim 4
Q-Ball Lil' Wolf TK big back
YZ three two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa house where we at
It's the gang bang capital 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business this sh*t is factual
Bompton's most hated f**k it shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang banging
You don't know about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some outta town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was arrested
Can't forget about the Mexicans
And I f**k with the villains and the swans on God
On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at your job
I got some lueders by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols making sure sh*t official
Big and they both got stripes
Both locked up for life so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad hell yeah I'm on that gangsta sh*t
Ni**a run up knockout he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub ni**a don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes ni**a 300 crips
My ni**a Magic from Avalon Draws from neighbourhood
Get your a** d**e fiend slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0 Girch from Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc we tied our bandanas
And for my little ni**a Frogg I gotta stay active
Blood in Blood out what's brackin'
RIP OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie Bone from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral 'bout to bust a right
On Piru street and scoop this ni**a Problem up Blood
What green light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo' they can get it off in no time
Oh my did it on my own no cosign
45 devil in disguise free d**e trial
West side ride'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us have your shirt wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off stashed the Glock drop it off at the chop shop
Boy dollars only thing make sense
Fo' to the duece rest in peace 4 Bent
What
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-a**