letra de u was on da porch - rondoe
[intro]
haha, authentic
know what i’m sayin
n-gga i been doing this sh-t
n-gga i been out here cuz
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[chorus: boy big]
young n-gga, you was on the porch, when i was out here in the streets
so all that sh-t, running out your mouth, i know you’re not talkin’ to me
i get money, stupid mother f-cker, and i don’t hang around wit none of you suckas
i hang around real cats like rondoe, and we get to the mail like pr-nto
get to the mail
[verse 1: rondoe]
ya’ll just rap this sh-t, you n-ggas is actress
crisscross n-ggas got the game all backwards
i don’t f-ck with your kind, cuz you n-ggas is bootsy
all around town screaming ya’ll gone shoot me
like i don’t be inside everywhere wit my tooly
just rubbing and massaging ’em, ready to use ’em
i’m not a buck but i ride with the buck clique
cuz these young n-ggas got me back on that buck sh-t
i grew up in that nickel, ask if i’m official
i been having shoot outs, been riding with pistols
run my background, check my facts
i’m not new to this sh-t, i am original
but you, you so new, 2 thousand and 10
i be gettin it while you chillin, just watchin the world spin
free c dub, phatz loc, and ???
i only f-ck wit cha if you real like boy big
[chorus: boy big]
young n-gga, you was on the porch, when i was out here in the streets
so all that sh-t, running out your mouth, i know you’re not talkin’ to me
i get money, stupid mother f-cker, and i don’t hang around wit none of you suckas
i hang around real cats like rondoe, and we get to the mail like pr-nto
get to the mail
[verse 2: rondoe]
when you was in little league, i was in front ya mamas house
with nics, dimes, and dubs boy, passing ’em out
i only rock with the real, not the carbon copy
i had to shake the fake and get ’em from around me
for they had me stuck down town in the county
when i’m out and about, a hundred rounds around me
a bunch of no names, just tryin’ to earn one
you better chill boy, fo’ yo mama lose her son
quit tryin’ so hard, n-gga to be hard
everything’ll be cool, if n-ggas played they parts
now all of the sudden everybody wit the sh-t
just a couple years ago, it wasn’t nothing like this
and he braggin’, like he the one that be clappin’
he be fakin’, like he the one that got the sh-t crackin’
i don’t f-ck around with your kind, ya dig
i only f-ck wit ya n-gga is ya real like big
[chorus: boy big]
young n-gga, you was on the porch, when i was out here in the streets
so all that sh-t, running out your mouth, i know you’re not talkin’ to me
i get money, stupid mother f-cker, and i don’t hang around wit none of you suckas
i hang around real cats like rondoe, and we get to the mail like pr-nto
get to the mail
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