OUTSIDE GODHANDUSA
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[Intro: GONDA]
Walkin'
Walkin'-walkin'
Walkin'-walkin'
Walkin' down the block, brown paper bag sippin' middle f-
Walkin' down the block, brown paper bag sippin' middle f-
Walkin' down the block, brown paper bag sippin' middle f-
Walkin' down the block, brown paper bag sippin' middle f-
[Verse 1: MONGO]
GODHAND, word to God, know what the fuck is good
I'm scratchin' 24s and burnin' out, I pop the hood
If you could see what's underneath the cover, you'd be shook
It's time to take another page up out my fuckin' book
I'm meltin' to the bone, that California sun beatin'
I see a sucka, see red, it get my gun heatin'
Surrounded by fools who love to hear they self speakin'
So MONGO grab the mic and crush it, I ain't done preachin'
Muthafucka tell me jump and I say "how high?"
Bitch, I need sum' real, let's go outside
Pity any stupid sons of bitches tryna doubt mine
He spent the check, was for his family, on a cow's hide, we outside
I dare you to call me out my name cause it's about time to get to knockin' out lights
To get to knockin' muthafuckas out
GODHAND, know what the fuck it's bout
Walkin'
Walkin'-walkin'
Walkin'-walkin'
Walkin' down the block, brown paper bag sippin' middle f-
Walkin' down the block, brown paper bag sippin' middle f-
Walkin' down the block, brown paper bag sippin' middle f-
Walkin' down the block, brown paper bag sippin' middle f-
[Verse 1: MONGO]
GODHAND, word to God, know what the fuck is good
I'm scratchin' 24s and burnin' out, I pop the hood
If you could see what's underneath the cover, you'd be shook
It's time to take another page up out my fuckin' book
I'm meltin' to the bone, that California sun beatin'
I see a sucka, see red, it get my gun heatin'
Surrounded by fools who love to hear they self speakin'
So MONGO grab the mic and crush it, I ain't done preachin'
Muthafucka tell me jump and I say "how high?"
Bitch, I need sum' real, let's go outside
Pity any stupid sons of bitches tryna doubt mine
He spent the check, was for his family, on a cow's hide, we outside
I dare you to call me out my name cause it's about time to get to knockin' out lights
To get to knockin' muthafuckas out
GODHAND, know what the fuck it's bout
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