Iatola

Lyrics

I'm meetin up with the governor
 3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla
 Comin straight out the head though
 From the brain representin my ghetto
 Its a trip how they die young
 In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
 Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover
 Pink soda mind of a noter
 Lean on my shoulder slang coca
 20 g'z on my team Villanova
 Blow marijuana in the sauna
 While my niggas move dope on the corner
 V-12 motor vida loca
 Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha
 Fat sweet roller in my trocka
 And my girl called the cops cuz I choked her
 Copa Cabana thankin Santa
 For the keyboard that came wit the sampler
 Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on
 She wit me cuz I am the champion
 Its the same ol story though
 Nigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong hoe
 Its the sign of the times man
 By second thank God that I'm alive man
 Peace to my dead g's
 Fell short trying to stack up they benjis
 In the midst and the fog
 Boys wanna squab
 All on my dick like corn on the cob
 You aint shit but a job for one of my killer
 How many niggas must die by the trigga
 Im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder
 Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
 No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
 I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
 In the gutter for the fuck of it
 Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
 And haters they can suck a dick
 So this what it came to yall the same crew
 Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue
 But I dont gangbang I claim no color
 She lost her son what if that was your mother
 I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac
 And I support foundations like LULAC
 I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
 That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
 Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
 I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers
 1986 wasnt making hits
 I was chasing chicks having bad relationships
 Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
 Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious
 I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious
 Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions

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Duration
04:12
Key
9
Tempo
162 BPM

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