Текст песни 1 of 1 - Key Glock
Glizzock
Big
Glock,
yeah
(Yeah)
Ceeo,
turn
that
beat
up
I
was
raised
by
my
grandma,
young
nigga
was
bad
as
hell
Know
my
mama
wanna
rap
′cause
she
did
15
years
in
jail
(On
God)
Used
to
walk
up
in
the
class,
The
teacher
askin',
"What′s
that
smell?"
(Swear)
Then
she
looked
me
in
my
eyes
and
tell
Me
(What?)
"Boy
you
high
as
hell"
(I
know)
Well,
I
can't
help
myself,
baby,
you
know
I'm
a
player
(You
know)
Baby,
you
know
real
is
rare
(You
Know),
you
can′t
get
this
everywhere
(No)
Lord,
forgive
me,
I
be
sinning,
every
night
I
say
my
prayer
(Yeah)
I
go
ign′ant
with
the
semi,
I'ma
shoot
til′
nothing
left
I
caught
my
first
charge
then
I
went
on
the
run
(Yeah)
Caught
my
first
body,
then
named
me
after
a
gun
(Glizzock)
Bought
my
first
chopper,
then
I
went,
threw
in
a
drum,
yeah
Lil'
bitch,
I′m
a
don,
I'm
my
mama′s
only
son,
one
of
one
(Yeah,
Glizzock)
It
ain't
nothing
but
killas
and
hustlers
from
where
I'm
from
(Gang)
I
just
stack
my
commas,
remain
humble
and
don′t
crumble
(Yeah)
These
young
niggas
muggin′
and
they
clutchin'
if
you
mumble
(Yeah)
Thuggin′,
hotter
than
a
summer
(Hot)
Got
a
trey-eight,
I
was
in
the
eighth
grade
(Yeah)
Nigga
tried
to
play,
I
tried
to
take
off
his
fade
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
didn't
play
no
games,
I
cut
the
checks
like
spade
Yeah,
money
what
I
crave,
bitch,
I′m
eating
everyday
Let
the
chopper
kick,
yeah,
yeah,
karate,
uh
Pull
up
with
the
stick,
clap,
clap,
like
a
raid,
yeah
You
know
I'ma
hit,
yeah,
yeah,
I
got
aim
All
these
extended
clips,
yeah,
yeah,
I
got
flame
Fuck
the
fame,
I
won′t
change
for
no
changes,
got
some
chains
And
my
rings
look
like
rain,
shit,
I
could
have
bought
a
Range
And
my
wrist
hurricane,
I
work
a
bitch
like
a
maid
(Yeah)
Everyday
gettin'
paid
until
I'm
up
in
a
grave
(Yeah)
I
count
my
first
hundred
K
and
I
was
so
amazed
(Whole
hundred
K)
I
had
no
time
to
play,
yeah,
I
had
plays
on
plays
(Plays
on
plays)
I
was
servin′
J′s
in
my
J's,
get
my
cake
(My
cake)
Yeah,
I
went
to
school
late
′cause
I
kept
that
grade
A
Okay
(Okay),
I
was
on
a
roll
everyday
to
the
bank
(Okay),
yuh
Ain't
no
limit
to
this
shit,
I
might
go
buy
a
tank,
yuh
Pull
up
smoking
Mary
Jane,
pocket
full
of
Franks,
yuh
You
niggas
too
damn
lame,
I
do
what
you
can′t,
yuh
Gang
shit,
Bang,
yuh,
thirty
clip,
hang
ya
Flame
like
Caine,
yuh,
wrist,
neck,
rain,
yuh
Umbrella
Wraith,
yuh,
Rollie
Day-Date,
yuh
Put
it
in
your
face,
yuh
(Yuh,
yuh,
yuh,
yuh)
Bitch
tried
to
play
me
I
was
like,
"No
way"
You
get
up
in
my
way
and
it'll
be
a
cold
case
I
shot
my
first
opp
with
a
revolver,
no
trace,
yeah
Until
this
very
day,
I
hit
my
knees
and
still
pray
(Yeah)
1 Look At They Face
2 Dough
3 1997
4 Word on the Streets
5 Ooh
6 What Goes Around Comes Around
7 Crash
8 I'm Just Sayin
9 I'm Just Sayin
10 Biig Boyy!
11 Flyest Highest Coolest Smoothest
12 Loaded
13 Fuck All Dat
14 F**k All Dat
15 Mr. Glock
16 Amen
17 Stop Playin
18 1 of 1
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