Who Died Quando Rondo
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[Intro: Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60's, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I'm this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin', yeah
Don't know me
Oh, no, no
[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that's steady ringin'
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die
I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers this what I say (This Is The Sound)
That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain't 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'
Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit' his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss 'bout my big brother
He made a diss like "Damn, who died?"
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die
They tellin' me to leave alone, but I can't let the shit slide
Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60's, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I'm this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin', yeah
Don't know me
Oh, no, no
[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that's steady ringin'
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon' die
I'm quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers this what I say (This Is The Sound)
That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain't 'bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin'
Lil' Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit' his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried 'bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss 'bout my big brother
He made a diss like "Damn, who died?"
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life 'til we die
They tellin' me to leave alone, but I can't let the shit slide
Seein' his brains all on the cement gon' leave his mama traumatized
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