[Intro]
Yo, yo, yeah
(Can't see the light)
Trafficante, word up
(A fool can't see the light)
Here to speak about, yo
(A fool can't see the light)
Polluted Wisdom, yeah, 2nd Chamber, to all the boos
(A fool can't see the light)
Polluted Wisdom, 2nd Chamber, yo
(A fool..)
[Verse 1]
I know this chick named Gina drove a royal blue Beamer
Holding two chrome ninas, fucking daily like Adina
Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days
Now she a coke slave, Italian niggas getting her pay
But that's her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow
Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow
But she borrowed 50 Gs flat from a shark
Now they tryna make the chick history like Noah's Ark
She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it's better
Copped the condo, some jewels and a '97 Jetta
Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally
Think she handling armies 'cause her body out in Cali
Terribly mistaken strung on yay in its creation
Trying to slide down south with the cream from the Jamaicans
It's a woman hunt been on for 'bout three months
When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt
Torch it like a blunt and sparked on her God Born day
She wanted to be a queen but went about it all the wrong way
She still hanging in bars, being Diana Ross
Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas' cars
Now I see her with Ken at the bar guzzling gin
Thinking he the man 'cause he got a 500 Benz
He like it raw when he touch skin, Gina just a friend
Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in, from Shaolin
Yo, yo, yeah
(Can't see the light)
Trafficante, word up
(A fool can't see the light)
Here to speak about, yo
(A fool can't see the light)
Polluted Wisdom, yeah, 2nd Chamber, to all the boos
(A fool can't see the light)
Polluted Wisdom, 2nd Chamber, yo
(A fool..)
[Verse 1]
I know this chick named Gina drove a royal blue Beamer
Holding two chrome ninas, fucking daily like Adina
Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days
Now she a coke slave, Italian niggas getting her pay
But that's her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow
Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow
But she borrowed 50 Gs flat from a shark
Now they tryna make the chick history like Noah's Ark
She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it's better
Copped the condo, some jewels and a '97 Jetta
Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally
Think she handling armies 'cause her body out in Cali
Terribly mistaken strung on yay in its creation
Trying to slide down south with the cream from the Jamaicans
It's a woman hunt been on for 'bout three months
When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt
Torch it like a blunt and sparked on her God Born day
She wanted to be a queen but went about it all the wrong way
She still hanging in bars, being Diana Ross
Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas' cars
Now I see her with Ken at the bar guzzling gin
Thinking he the man 'cause he got a 500 Benz
He like it raw when he touch skin, Gina just a friend
Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in, from Shaolin
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