[Intro: Lord Tariq]
Yeah, yeah, one more time
70s shit, got the lean
Shit is leanin', it's to the left
It's just leanin', dribblin'
Like he gave it a bag of dugy
Or a bag of that Tango and Cash
It's just leanin' and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
Aiyyo, I been through many places, done many things
Seen the eyes of many faces from New York to Texas
To the faces on Rolexes, not a racist or sexist
And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz
Nothin' less than a Lexus, bubble eye with V-V-S's
Trouble minds and troubled times, stacks, I'm tryin' to double mine
I'm in a six wit' double dimes and a couple of nines
Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times
And we searchin' for this nigga to try, I'm bubblin' mine
If we don't get him now then we will in due time
I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes
I get caught then my mind's defined in my son's rhymes
'Cause my thoughts stay runnin' like thugs from one-time
I been through it under the influence, bustin' off I'm runnin' into it
See me say he didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and blew it
'Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it
Puffin' with my family, my bitch, my money or my music
Makin' killas say he's too sick when he do shit
But I'm on some new shit, and it's too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new bitch and the shit do kick, word
Yeah, yeah, one more time
70s shit, got the lean
Shit is leanin', it's to the left
It's just leanin', dribblin'
Like he gave it a bag of dugy
Or a bag of that Tango and Cash
It's just leanin' and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
Aiyyo, I been through many places, done many things
Seen the eyes of many faces from New York to Texas
To the faces on Rolexes, not a racist or sexist
And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz
Nothin' less than a Lexus, bubble eye with V-V-S's
Trouble minds and troubled times, stacks, I'm tryin' to double mine
I'm in a six wit' double dimes and a couple of nines
Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times
And we searchin' for this nigga to try, I'm bubblin' mine
If we don't get him now then we will in due time
I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes
I get caught then my mind's defined in my son's rhymes
'Cause my thoughts stay runnin' like thugs from one-time
I been through it under the influence, bustin' off I'm runnin' into it
See me say he didn't do it, put the nine to his mind and blew it
'Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it
Puffin' with my family, my bitch, my money or my music
Makin' killas say he's too sick when he do shit
But I'm on some new shit, and it's too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new bitch and the shit do kick, word
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