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letra de impalas & hydraulics - reason & the game

[verse 1: reason]
n-gga, this sh-t feel like pistols poppin’
dippin’, ridin’, diddy talkin’, g.o.a.t. sh-t
slidin’ in the g-wagen through philly on some more sh-t
we always kept it one hunnid, some franklins in my coat, yeah
hopeless, reason, talk to ’em, gangstas know they gon’ walk to it, look
the best rhymin’ was raised to expect violence
the gang and the set ridin’, pull up in the ‘vette, slidin’
like d-ck in some wet p-ssy, don’t think i’m a vet? push me
empire building like lucius, i’m gettin’ neck from a cookie, oh yeah
oh yeah, my n-ggas pull up slidin’ with some shottas
oh yeah, old west, this impalas and hydraulics
oh yeah, west sh-t, d-ckies and chucks tyin’
appetite for the streets ’cause n-ggas is fed buyin’
flashy with the drip, stay dangerous, move silent
’cause n-ggas livin’ loud is soon to be dead quiet
sh-t, know my worth, give me twenty for those shows
paid a penny for my thots, don’t give a penny to these hoes, n-gga
[chorus: reason & the game]
okay, pull up with my riders, n-gga
okay, d-ckies and hydraulics, n-gga
okay, in [?], throwin’ dollars, n-gga
okay, fitted l-a dodgers, n-gga
okay, vatos be my partners, n-gga
okay, disrespect, they slidin’, n-gga
okay, flag hangin’ since a toddler, n-gga
okay, rest in peace to ‘pac, my n-gga ([?])

[verse 2: the game]
you know the tin house across the street from davis?
ten khakis, lord, save ’em, my bandana said, “f-ck the neighbors”
wilmington moves, my pendleton blue, guess i’m confusin’ n-ggas
pull up on my opps, hop out the cuttie like i’m cool with n-ggas
[?] of a compton n-gga, thought i was a samurai
choppin’ up them bricks, goin’ through bompton with ’em
smith & wesson, he brought his sponsors with him, he a monster with ’em
i know what’s on your mind and i’m ’bout to press your conscience with ’em
try me, we gon’ pull your card and take your id
get a bad b-tch from i-g, have her put ketamine in your i-v
b-tch-ass n-gga, i’m checkin’ your purse
and we gon’ make sure you dead, yeah, we checkin’ your he-rs-
come to the secretary on your birthday and step on the dirt
n-ggas get split with the tec disrespectin’ the church
your whole hood cryin’, guess they wasn’t expectin’ the hurt
your momma want that r-i-p merch, guess who pressin’ the shirts
keep playin’, n-gga
[chorus: reason]
okay, pull up with my riders, n-gga
okay, d-ckies and hydraulics, n-gga
okay, in [?], throwin’ dollars, n-gga
okay, fitted l-a dodgers, n-gga
okay, vatos be my partners, n-gga
okay, disrespect, they slidin’, n-gga
okay, flag hangin’ since a toddler, n-gga
okay, rest in peace to ‘pac, my n-gga
okay

- reason the game

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