[Intro]
This whudd I´m talkin' bout right here Ross
Just make da shit work a while, my nigga Triple C's
[J-Rock]
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I´m no good
Fuck dat I´m gettin' outta hood
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I´m no good
Fuck dat I´m gettin' outta hood
[Verse 1:]
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months, now I´m trynna git a block
Fuck football I´m goin' down anotha path
Couldn't pass Da test, To tell da truth
I couldn't fuck with math
I did git a shcolaship, but I blew dat
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To da hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes
Git life on ya cell phone
Quarta ki box of soda, Ross whip dat
Career crI´minal fo' sho', Ross with dat
Had to pull my pants up
Boi git 'em brands up
Daddy got some cancer, I neva had da chance ta
Tell hI´m all my plans ta, let em' fuck a danca
Smokin' weed in Amsta-Dam,
with his grandson (Damn)
Why he passed on me (On me)
My last hommie (Hommie)
I went and bought a bird (Fuck)
I want some cash hommie
[J-Rock]
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I´m no good
Fuck dat I´m gettin' outta hood
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I´m no good
Fuck dat I´m gettin' outta hood
[Verse 2:]
I neva wrote a nigga coat tail
Made her took a dope sell
Fuck it nigga, o wells
Smokin' on dat classified
Rollin' in dat Lac' of mine
Know my mind stay numb to da world half da tI´me
Thinkin' bout Land Rover, damn near was fucked up
Found hI´m in da trunk with anotha dude, fucked up
Da world fucked up, dat's why I´m fucked up
Don't git fucked up, fuck with me - you fucked up
Bitch I´ma ride (Ride), bitch I´ma die (Die)
When I holla 3-0-5, bitch - dat's on my life
Got a 40 in da car, a choppa in da crib
The grenades down da street,
you gotta git it how you live (Triple C's)
I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and
they do what they do
And boi 'em thangs move
Fishscale git da big mail
In da room full of work
In case they came when they inhale
[J-Rock]
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I´m no good
Fuck dat I´m gettin' outta hood
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I´m no good
Fuck dat I´m gettin' outta hood
[Verse 3:]
It's tI´me fo' me to cash in, laughin'
Like Martin in Aston, Martin
When I park it, I can see ya bitch heart-beat
So roll out da red carpet, roll up da purple shit
Black navigator flew
Gotta shut ya fuckin' mouth,
don't ever take da smooth
Thinkin' of a greata way, to build a greata flow
I hope she got some great head,
dat's how I grade a ho'
White Beamer in da hood shinin' like a star
Look this half a ki go to da
club and I´ma buy da bar
Do it twice a week fuckin'
bitches on da otha nites
Promise E-class we'll neva miss anotha fight
Hundred in da bag 5 birds I´ma grab
Turn em' into 8, keep me a clean half
Bakin soda in da work works wonderful
You see ya dreams come true cuz I´m da Truth
[J-Rock]
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I´m no good
Fuck dat I´m gettin' outta hood
All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
Lil' ice up what I can
Chick at home sayin' I´m no good
Fuck dat I´m gettin' outta hood
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