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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg Forced by my third leg Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips, backyard full of Crips Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shit It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer, hit the licks Get NUT up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique Yup, I'm looking for a scrap See, my cripping done spread around the world Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer Looking like the reaper in your driveway Straight spoon your living room Liable to drive-by on a summer day July 4th will be in June Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum Letras de cancionesThe sound that the drums seen I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen Shells through a nigga, bad ring when they crack lean Stop a dream in its tracks, beam down Little boy now, dream little boy, dream Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body A$AP Rocky, want it, I could get it Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget Diamond on my Rollie keep a nigga ass frigid Looking at the time, been winning for a minute See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem? Seen the souls long gone before I got them He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper Looking like the reaper in your driveway Straight spoon your living room Liable to drive-by on a summer day July 4th will be in June Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound that the drums seen I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the cripping Blue on campus know it happened Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the cripping Then the bloods done got it braccing I'm just an East side nigga Where them niggas say, "Show you what it be like, nigga" Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga Handle bars ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from? We never heard of you, walking with the murderers Niggas that'll murder you, steal you like a burglar Seen the souls long gone before I got them He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper From Letras Mania