[ Featuring Bobby Creekwater ]
Intro:
Aye... Is the mic on... (One, two.) Can you here me...(mic check) alright lets get it then. (Yeah).
Hook:
It goes cars and clothes. Money and h**s.
Lil homie say he gone be the man.
Said he wanna sale dope all day, walk around wit a tool in his pants. Gotta clip for any n***a wanna trip. Hear him say the sh*t again and again.
Figure he gone die any way so he gotta keep it G to the end.
It goes cars and clothes. Money and h**s. Lil homie say he gone be the man.
Said he wanna sale dope all day, walk around wit a tool in his pants. Gotta clip for any n***a wanna trip. Hear him say the sh*t again and again.
Figure he gone die any way might as well keep it G to the end.
Verse 1: (RENEGADE EL REY)
Seem like it all started with a fist fight.
Couple fools at school got wrong made 'em get right.
Got up in they a** real quick like. Told them if they wanted they can get it again (if) you feel like.
Then he went to skipping class. Selling dope for clothes cause the h**s gone joke real fast.
Then the next thang that he knew he done caught a couple charges, and feeling like he cool cause the lil n***s all fall in line for him.
Pledge allegiance yeah they ready ride or die for him.
Hearts cold... keep heat.. saw him cook a lil beef. Now they all screaming f**k the other side for him.
He only seventeen tho'. They treat him like an O.G. tho.
Had to hit the interstate, and push a little bit of weight now he feeling like he Nino.
Got damn... Go from ABCs and 123s, to rats in traps for funds and cheese. The guns can squees if once you breath the wrong way. F**k around it'll be a long day.
They don't even play at the park; they juggin too hard. From day to the dark they spraying at cars...
Obeying the law ain't even plugged in they memory banks.
Get rich die young only thing they tha'nk (think).
You hear 'em say....
Hook:
It goes cars and clothes. Money and h**s.
Lil homie say he gone be the man.
Said he wanna sale dope all day, walk around wit a tool in his pants. Gotta clip for any n***a wanna trip. Hear him say the sh*t again and again.
Figure he gone die any way so he gotta keep it G to the end.
It goes cars and clothes. Money and h**s. Lil homie say he gone be the man.
Said he wanna sale dope all day, walk around wit a tool in his pants. Gotta clip for any n***a wanna trip. Hear him say the sh*t again and again.
Figure he gone die any way might as well keep it G to the end.
Verse 2: Bobby Creekwater
Right so... His baby mama brother got a partner in the FEDs with a cellmate who said he got a line on the plug.
Met him through his sister who got in with the friend on the night he bought them gin, and they threw up on the rug.
A bright idea don't mean the right idea but for whatever reason they don't wanna listen.
They just wanna pull up on the scene, ride up, size up of the weakest one and then hit 'em with the pistol.
Mama never kissed him, so yea he got some issues.
Then he got some chrome, then he got some clones,
Then he got a broad dumb enough to let da n***a use the car to get the work when he was trapping out her home.
Then he got some money, but not enough to brag bout,
Or throw a couple at the women wit they a** out. Maybe enough to pay the kids to take the trash out;
Well why the f*ck he selling stones in a glass house?
Hell if I know, but when them n***as with you get banged up they gone start hitting hight notes.
And all them h**s that you f***king on gone cause they drunk up all they drank and they smoked up all the hydro.
And he never stacked bread for the lawyer, never got a sack for the son and the daughter.
Never got bigger, never got better
Said he'd never go to jail n***a never say never. Let the church say Amen....
Hook:
It goes cars and clothes. Money and h**s.
Lil homie say he gone be the man.
Said he wanna sale dope all day, walk around wit a tool in his pants. Gotta clip for any n***a wanna trip. Hear him say the sh*t again and again.
Figure he gone die any way so he gotta keep it G to the end.
It goes cars and clothes. Money and h**s. Lil homie say he gone be the man.
Said he wanna sale dope all day, walk around wit a tool in his pants. Gotta clip for any n***a wanna trip. Hear him say the sh*t again and again.
Figure he gone die any way might as well keep it G to the end.
