Lyrics Practice - Cheikh

Aye
In the Gym wit it
Droppin Gems wit it
Uh
Yeah

Just another nigga from the southside
Use ya inside voice ′fore we put yo ass outside
Bando, hoe we run the whole outside
Leave ya insides outside, mouth wide
Backwoods, no swishers
We rollin like grassy knolls
If the feds takin pictures
At least eye know God won't let ′em have my Soul
This the scroll
This my fist
This ya skull
Spit this skoal
So the ops know they'll never get control
Bitch eye'm chose
Bit the grits and glowed
Growed all out the ground
All kinds of dog paws comin out my sound
Tattooed a crown
Nigga Stack it
Flip it
POOF the Pound
Eye′m from the Bando
So you know eye be wit them Black Rambos
Assata′s, Afeni's; can′t stand hoes
66th and Campbell to Campbell (ton)
TEN k twenty k thirty k
Forty k Fifty k Hunned K

Stack it and Flip it and Get it
Eye'm goin, Eye′m goin to get it right now
Fuck next, we need right now
Standin on a nigga neck right now
Napoleon Complex
These niggas is simple the mode we in complex
Control me? Eye can't flex
To control me complex

Uh
Cuz eye′m in the Benz wit the top
Dropped
Ain't wait for the Winter to stop
Front and ya men'll get popped
Hot cuz eye live in the meltin pot
Hot how eye been wit the glock
She bend for the Ben′s in the Benjamin knot
The way that she wiggle it shit took a minute to stop
We just need a minute to POP
Fool Comin
Soon
Nigga
Move cuz eye′m comin
Through
Eye write in Comic Sans
Bless this beach wit some Black Sand
Nirvana, Bands eye'm runnin
Through
Silly nigga eye thought you knew
Eye′m the C and the E of the CREW
Pac is the Work
Cheeze is the Root
Prophet how eye spit the Jesus in Juice