Lyrics 202 - GoldLink

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ahh! Yeah
Whoa, damn, woo, yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah

Shooting niggas when I'm 22
Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh
PalmPilot, color Crippy blue
Ain't no telling what they do to you
I don't give 'em orders
I just tell 'em, "Shoot the first nigga that look just like you"
I don't give a fuck about the rules
Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules

Big mood, I wear big shoes, keep a bad bitch with some big boobs
I don't act up, I don't back up, if a nigga talkin crazy, slapped up
Then wrapped up in the back trunk
Ain't it funny-funny that I talk this crazy?
Hang with Ricky like I'm in the '80s, Freeway down the freeway

Bumpin old Nipsey off the replay, fat blunt, ass lumps
Oslo, wife goal, white girl, small waist
Black girl, tight face, Hollywood, Inglewood
Keep it hood, hood bitch look like Meagan Good
Keep the wood ready so we hoppin to it

Shooting niggas when I'm 22
Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh
PalmPilot, color Crippy blue
Ain't no telling what they do to you
I don't give 'em orders
I just tell 'em, "Shoot the first nigga that look just like you"
I don't give a fuck about the rules
Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules

Shooting niggas when I'm 22
Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh
PalmPilot, color Crippy blue
Ain't no telling what they do to you
I don't give 'em orders
I just tell 'em, "Shoot the first nigga that look just like you"
I don't give a fuck about the rules
Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules

I don't wanna give you money, I don't think I'm trippin' though
I don't give a fuck about you, I just wanna let you know
I don't wanna take you to the, I wanna love you down
I don't wanna give you money, I don't think I'm trippin' though