Lirieke: CrazyTown. The Gift Of Game. Think Fast.
Do that shit, ah
(Shit,shit,shit)
Ha, ha, eh, that's right
(Shit,shit,shit)
(Ha, ha, ha)
Motherfucker, nice ride
Eh, come on
You know that bitch baby, he's talking shit about our clique
But he don't crazy, you see the writing on my dick
You know that trick Tracy, yes, she's making me sick
Living that life we used to do the same shit
Shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked
And some would never learn to earn their own way
Living of their daddy had he not been rich
They'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch
You gotta change your tune or change your pitch
Life ain't easy man, life's a bitch
Shit is harder than hard about as hard can get
Keep on going where you're headed you's alive to regret it
Yes it hurts, to face the truth and realize
That the worlds got your neck in a noose
If things ain't like they ought to be you gotta think fast
The aftermath of your actions whiplash
Think fast
This is some of that lonely shit
Yo, I know you all tired of these wanna be thugs
Claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel
Thinking they're going to peel somebody's cap
My niggas cap roaming the streets with black cats
Chrome straps sipping on brew
Ready to react of any nigga they see that nigga could be me
Capital ICE got a motherfucking 357, to put eleven holes in their chest
Thinking they could test a real rider from the West
Haa I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend Nina Ross
And the ghettos been good to me
But you've got to take precautions
Brothers get what they least expect it or neglect it
You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection
Nowadays you got to pull shit
Haters on some bullshit jumpin' out of Cadillacs
And low lows with a full clip
If your tool spits shake the spot or get your duck on
'Cause if you press your luck on, stupid is what you're stuck on
Think fast
That girl Shelia got a daughter
She be clubbing every night
Sheila had her daughter young still that just ain't right
Plus she rides the white horse
She used to ride my pony
If I hit it now, I'd break it
'Cause Sheila's just too bony
She can find you
Four, three, two
Smoking speed released the lions
I'm not lying I'm not sober
I'm still trying hiding the truth
With substitutes a hundred proof
A fuck up, face it
One of L.A.'s wasted youth
Label me as an enemy of the lost star
For your protection and the tension caused
My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused
See we be breaking the law
Smoking on non menthols thinking fast
So I'm ready for any all out brawls
And ya, brothers get your hustle on
Ballers and get your shit tight
House parties get shot up
And turned up before midnight
Drivebys and fistfights, zig zag and crack pipes
There's a fifty fifty chance
Thats the night will be last night
Think fast
Yeah
(Shit,shit,shit)
Ha, ha, eh, that's right
(Shit,shit,shit)
(Ha, ha, ha)
Motherfucker, nice ride
Eh, come on
You know that bitch baby, he's talking shit about our clique
But he don't crazy, you see the writing on my dick
You know that trick Tracy, yes, she's making me sick
Living that life we used to do the same shit
Shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked
And some would never learn to earn their own way
Living of their daddy had he not been rich
They'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch
You gotta change your tune or change your pitch
Life ain't easy man, life's a bitch
Shit is harder than hard about as hard can get
Keep on going where you're headed you's alive to regret it
Yes it hurts, to face the truth and realize
That the worlds got your neck in a noose
If things ain't like they ought to be you gotta think fast
The aftermath of your actions whiplash
Think fast
This is some of that lonely shit
Yo, I know you all tired of these wanna be thugs
Claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel
Thinking they're going to peel somebody's cap
My niggas cap roaming the streets with black cats
Chrome straps sipping on brew
Ready to react of any nigga they see that nigga could be me
Capital ICE got a motherfucking 357, to put eleven holes in their chest
Thinking they could test a real rider from the West
Haa I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend Nina Ross
And the ghettos been good to me
But you've got to take precautions
Brothers get what they least expect it or neglect it
You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection
Nowadays you got to pull shit
Haters on some bullshit jumpin' out of Cadillacs
And low lows with a full clip
If your tool spits shake the spot or get your duck on
'Cause if you press your luck on, stupid is what you're stuck on
Think fast
That girl Shelia got a daughter
She be clubbing every night
Sheila had her daughter young still that just ain't right
Plus she rides the white horse
She used to ride my pony
If I hit it now, I'd break it
'Cause Sheila's just too bony
She can find you
Four, three, two
Smoking speed released the lions
I'm not lying I'm not sober
I'm still trying hiding the truth
With substitutes a hundred proof
A fuck up, face it
One of L.A.'s wasted youth
Label me as an enemy of the lost star
For your protection and the tension caused
My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused
See we be breaking the law
Smoking on non menthols thinking fast
So I'm ready for any all out brawls
And ya, brothers get your hustle on
Ballers and get your shit tight
House parties get shot up
And turned up before midnight
Drivebys and fistfights, zig zag and crack pipes
There's a fifty fifty chance
Thats the night will be last night
Think fast
Yeah
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