Grown Titan Go!!

See me ridin down the Sidestreet Bad bitch beside me Black mag Fat sack of crack And no ID Black Jag Black Cadillac Wit no plates on it Make yo homie take off his shirt Then put his face on it When it come to flippin that Work A nigga stay on it Niggaz get to doin that dirt And catch a case for it Bitches at the crib And they stay hoein And just like a horn in traffic Bitches stay blowin They open Weed potent Rollin Smokin Drinkin Got my lungs open And the freaks Yea i long stroke em Beat the pussy Til her thong smokin Try to steal And get yo thumbs broken Heron came in from Oakland And for that bag See how fast it moves Now a nigga bout to hit the mall And cash some jewels I fucked the soul out yo bm Cause her ass rude You run up Im like baby gimme Pass the tool... But she dont even pass it to me She just blast at you You know the name of the game Baby had to choose You win some You lose some Nigga thats the rules Overpriced Crack College Nigga thats the school I learned on the sidewalk Started sellin $5 stalks Then graduated to the hardknocks Rollin for a nigga on a hard block Sold a nigga crack so potent That his heart stopped...