IMPALAS & HYDRAULICS REASON & The Game
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[Verse 1: REASON]
Nigga, this shit feel like pistols poppin'
Dippin', ridin', Diddy talkin', G.O.A.T. shit
Slidin' in the G-Wagen through Philly on some more shit
We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah
Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know they gon' walk to it, look
The best rhymin' was raised to expect violence
The gang and the set ridin', pull up in the 'Vette, slidin'
Like dick in some wet pussy, don't think I'm a vet? Push me
Empire building like Lucius, I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie
Oh yeah, my niggas pull up slidin' with some shottas
Oh yeah, old West, this Impalas and hydraulics
Oh yeah, West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin'
Appetite for the streets 'cause niggas is fed buyin'
Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent
'Cause niggas livin' loud is soon to be dead quiet
Shit, know my worth, give me twenty for those shows
Paid a penny for my thots, don't give a penny to these hoes, nigga
[Chorus: REASON & The Game]
Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs, throwin' dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga
Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga ([?])
Nigga, this shit feel like pistols poppin'
Dippin', ridin', Diddy talkin', G.O.A.T. shit
Slidin' in the G-Wagen through Philly on some more shit
We always kept it one hunnid, some Franklins in my coat, yeah
Hopeless, REASON, talk to 'em, gangstas know they gon' walk to it, look
The best rhymin' was raised to expect violence
The gang and the set ridin', pull up in the 'Vette, slidin'
Like dick in some wet pussy, don't think I'm a vet? Push me
Empire building like Lucius, I'm gettin' neck from a Cookie
Oh yeah, my niggas pull up slidin' with some shottas
Oh yeah, old West, this Impalas and hydraulics
Oh yeah, West shit, Dickies and Chucks tyin'
Appetite for the streets 'cause niggas is fed buyin'
Flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent
'Cause niggas livin' loud is soon to be dead quiet
Shit, know my worth, give me twenty for those shows
Paid a penny for my thots, don't give a penny to these hoes, nigga
[Chorus: REASON & The Game]
Okay, pull up with my riders, nigga
Okay, Dickies and hydraulics, nigga
Okay, in Cheetahs, throwin' dollars, nigga
Okay, fitted L.A. Dodgers, nigga
Okay, vatos be my partners, nigga
Okay, disrespect, they slidin', nigga
Okay, flag hangin' since a toddler, nigga
Okay, rest in peace to 'Pac, my nigga ([?])
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