歌词
Uh, yea, yea, yea
Let's go *******s
C'mon *******, c'mon *******
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' ****** up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a *******, livin' like
I'm richBang broads call me
Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' ****** up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a *******, livin' like
I'm richBang broads call me
Mr. International, ghetto stars
Yo' I talk like a champion, walk like a champion
Body like a
God, and I promise that
Nas will hit you off
Flow like a gangsta, blum bum bum bum bum
Bustin' like dummies, so mami you come and lick it off
I stay right, purple haze'd outfit stay on my hip
Blood stay in my mouf, petron layed out
Tequila sunrise and five 6's, surprise *******
Nas from the trenches, hot as he survived
This is ten years, here for good, rep fo' my thugs
Plumper than last summer, stomach streched from tha grub
Good livin', good women,
I ******* wit straight stallions
Bowleg stances, go 'head handsome
But they all scream, my car's lean
Hit up, every state, town, city wit my braveheart team
Pretty face, round ******* and ass, stay my queen
Keep a burna in tha trunk, ate all fifteen
When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' ****** up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a *******, livin' like
I'm richBang broads call me
Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' ****** up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a *******, livin' like
I'm richBang broads call me
Mr. International, ghetto stars
Yo' if you see me on
MTV, don't forget
I'm tha same ******* from
QBSittin' on tha block, hungry and starvin'
Imaginin' performin' at
Madison *******
GardenOr Radio
City, in New
York CityBring tha whole hood wit me, gallons of henny
My homie got shot right befo' my eyes
I got shot too, but
I survived
I was just a teenager, never had a pager
Always had flava, chasin' dat paper
I need dem diamonds, dem new clothes
Pretty hoes, dat
Bently Coupe all red like a rose
And everybody knows, my gun goes off
In tha west coast, durty south, and up north
Jungle tha boss, a natural born hustler
I despise suckas, ya punk mutha*******as
When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' ****** up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a *******, livin' like
I'm richBang broads call me
Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' ****** up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a *******, livin' like
I'm richBang broads call me
Mr. International, ghetto stars
******* I'm high wit high hopes, ******* tha bull*******t
Stand up in front of dat, you get tha full clip
I'll beat a ******* senseless, his skin is missin', listen
My knockouts is six, so serious
Bang wit a "b" on my chest, ya'll *******s is *******
Ya touch me and
I'm pullin' ya dress from stitches to stitchin'
I hate y'all *******s, stomp you out like roaches
Can't you see
I'm here to get this paper just
I'm suppose to
I been a Brave
Heart since ******, cesspool my pops schemin'
One thought to get up in my moms jeans and it came to this
It feel like a mutha*******a dreamin', but
I'm here******* anything another ******* thinkin', see dem
BraveHearts
Damn, those my *******s, you got drama wit 'em
Sleep witcha gun unda ya ******' pillow
This is real thangs,
I know *******t feels strange
How dem QB *******s do thangs, check dis *******t
When I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' ****** up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a *******, livin' like
I'm richBang broads call me
Mr. International, ghetto stars
I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas
Smokin' ****** up in my ride life
The same stuff, it's still a *******, livin' like
I'm richBang broads call me
Mr. International, ghetto stars
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