Letra de Pandoras
Big BSF shit
Summertime Butch
These are the real Sopranos
Summertime Butch
These are the real Sopranos
They tried to box me out, they couldn't box me in
You swing a fist my way and never box again
My man moving weird shit, we ops again Thought we was of the same club, but we opposite
I had to place my dog on to watch him lift
Your mom's ain't gotta spend a dime out of pocket book
You dwelling on when you showed me my first rocket but
Who rode with you when you got your first rocket took
You ain't really even know how to cock it, look Ain't know how to take the clip out the socket
You gotta take this bitch off safety first
You ain't really even know how to pop it, look We was young ****, but we wasn't done with it
You jump in the streets, you take whatever come with it
You find out what worked best for you and run with it
And pass it off to the streets when you done with it
This is a moment for **** trapping and actually making it happen
Used to run through so many boats, they call me the captain
They used to want me dead, couldn't give them the satisfaction
Told my label don't trip, I don't talk it, I'm with the action
I remember I was fucked up tucking my last
Jackson
Got a front from an amigo and played this shit ass backwards
Sent the box twice and lost it, that's bad practice
Turned a one to a three with the boy, that's black magic
Let my auntie test the work and she said it was fantastic
Now we running through the watts
More chops than you could imagine
I'm back at it, I flip chickens, I'm athletic My dog wanna back through the plug, but l won't let him
Dior fetish, I pray we all get more lettuce Point me to the paper and we run it, Jerome
Bettis
Money long beyond measure, know my mind made up
I spent 50 on this really, know my time made up
I'm from the east side, the hood with the notorious name
Spent my first couple years just exploring the game
As shorties, we took cans to the store for change
Now these jewels in my bag worth four and some change
For five years, I had these **** playing follow the leader
I left the keys at the crib like a responsible drinker
See my homie take a brick and cut it down with a neater
I'm with the man that make the dog, it's like! know the breeder
And everybody can't go, but I still try to save a few
Bro said the streets need me more than the label do
Spit game, look at the stats of the **** I gave it to
I keep you on the right track like your guardian angel do
Big whips, big watch, big ring on my finger
100
B.S.F. chain, I fuck her so hard that it came a loose
Teeth on a chopstick look like a saber tooth And just cause y'all say it on records don't make it true
Big BSF, n****
The gangster way
You swing a fist my way and never box again
My man moving weird shit, we ops again Thought we was of the same club, but we opposite
I had to place my dog on to watch him lift
Your mom's ain't gotta spend a dime out of pocket book
You dwelling on when you showed me my first rocket but
Who rode with you when you got your first rocket took
You ain't really even know how to cock it, look Ain't know how to take the clip out the socket
You gotta take this bitch off safety first
You ain't really even know how to pop it, look We was young ****, but we wasn't done with it
You jump in the streets, you take whatever come with it
You find out what worked best for you and run with it
And pass it off to the streets when you done with it
This is a moment for **** trapping and actually making it happen
Used to run through so many boats, they call me the captain
They used to want me dead, couldn't give them the satisfaction
Told my label don't trip, I don't talk it, I'm with the action
I remember I was fucked up tucking my last
Jackson
Got a front from an amigo and played this shit ass backwards
Sent the box twice and lost it, that's bad practice
Turned a one to a three with the boy, that's black magic
Let my auntie test the work and she said it was fantastic
Now we running through the watts
More chops than you could imagine
I'm back at it, I flip chickens, I'm athletic My dog wanna back through the plug, but l won't let him
Dior fetish, I pray we all get more lettuce Point me to the paper and we run it, Jerome
Bettis
Money long beyond measure, know my mind made up
I spent 50 on this really, know my time made up
I'm from the east side, the hood with the notorious name
Spent my first couple years just exploring the game
As shorties, we took cans to the store for change
Now these jewels in my bag worth four and some change
For five years, I had these **** playing follow the leader
I left the keys at the crib like a responsible drinker
See my homie take a brick and cut it down with a neater
I'm with the man that make the dog, it's like! know the breeder
And everybody can't go, but I still try to save a few
Bro said the streets need me more than the label do
Spit game, look at the stats of the **** I gave it to
I keep you on the right track like your guardian angel do
Big whips, big watch, big ring on my finger
100
B.S.F. chain, I fuck her so hard that it came a loose
Teeth on a chopstick look like a saber tooth And just cause y'all say it on records don't make it true
Big BSF, n****
The gangster way
