[Part 1: Astronaut Pussy]
[Chorus]
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round, round and round
[Verse 1: The Game]
Back to the Hooves
Ridin' down 74th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin' from afar, can’t catch 'em now
But they getting smacked when we do
Rat-a-tat like we Snoop, Crown on the Vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Couple pounds of the blue, ivy in it
Tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like, "He bodying it"
Ziploc full of J’s, closet full of J’s
Workin' on my Pippen, he’s Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like a Saudi in it
Murder with the ink, I’m Gotti in it
Don’t get too pop, get your ass 2Pac'd
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain’t never hardly there but I got a Maserati in it
That’s my new addition, no Bobby in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas’ ass, shit we Money Team
Same fuck niggas with they hand out, same sad song
Bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money scheme
Back to the convers', kill 'em with one verse
Converse with the worst 'til one of our gun burst
Call the mortuary, tell them niggas send one hearse
Cause Compton ain’t like the city of Commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas got them choppas like we flyin' a black hawk
Put you with the roots, thinkin' a nigga was Black Thought
Now hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
[Chorus]
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round, round and round
[Verse 1: The Game]
Back to the Hooves
Ridin' down 74th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin' from afar, can’t catch 'em now
But they getting smacked when we do
Rat-a-tat like we Snoop, Crown on the Vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Couple pounds of the blue, ivy in it
Tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like, "He bodying it"
Ziploc full of J’s, closet full of J’s
Workin' on my Pippen, he’s Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like a Saudi in it
Murder with the ink, I’m Gotti in it
Don’t get too pop, get your ass 2Pac'd
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain’t never hardly there but I got a Maserati in it
That’s my new addition, no Bobby in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas’ ass, shit we Money Team
Same fuck niggas with they hand out, same sad song
Bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money scheme
Back to the convers', kill 'em with one verse
Converse with the worst 'til one of our gun burst
Call the mortuary, tell them niggas send one hearse
Cause Compton ain’t like the city of Commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas got them choppas like we flyin' a black hawk
Put you with the roots, thinkin' a nigga was Black Thought
Now hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
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