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letra de 1996 - ysr gramz

[intro]
(313 mafia)
when i came up in 1996
i knew i was gon’ be big, i knew i was gon’ be a star
i know these n-ggas was gon’ try to jot
(stupiddog, i ain’t gon’ lie, this b-tch hard)

[verse]
where would i be if i ain’t have my dogs? (where would i be?)
got it out the mud, i ain’t have it all (i ain’t have it all)
ysr the gang, everybody wanna trap like y’all
my block slap, don’t n0body ever trap like y’all
game of twenty-one, don’t let them n-ggas out here pull your card
my n-gga out here ridin’ with his gun, so they gave him a charge
don’t play with ysr, they gon’ take it far
them young n-ggas grimy out north, they’ll take your car
n-gga head so f-cked up, he keep takin’ bars
i don’t trust these rap n-ggas, they be takin’ bars
my n-gga walked in the wal-mart and he took some cards
i know my brother gon’ ride, he gon’ take the charge
i’m high as h-ll right now, i’m sittin’ on mars
i always got my gun on my hip, i don’t need a guard
you be f-ckin’ with police, i know you know the [?]
my n-gga gon’ paint a n-gga up like he doin’ art
fn bullets in the gun look like we playin’ darts
don’t jump up in that water, boy, you not a shark
my n-gga punch it all, put it in your cart
i just flamed up a backwood, it’s smellin’ like a fart
a lot of n-ggas don’t be outside when it get dark (they don’t)
drivin’ fast down my block, put your car in park (put your car in park)
you is not a real n-gga, n-gga, you a mark
she say she like light liquor, she don’t be drinkin’ dark
i be thinkin’ to myself, “would i make it far?”
i’d probably sell a lot of ‘bows but don’t make the charts
you don’t know fn bullets goin’ through a car
i’ll bring that bag to you, n-gga, don’t care where you are (where you at?)
like where you at? i’m finna bring it to you
he get caught by the boys, he gon’ sing it to ’em
if you pay me thirty-two hundred, i’ll bring it to you (right now)
high as h-ll in the booth, makin’ sleepy music (tired)
[interlude]
i’m tired, but i’m still goin’
this sh-t ain’t gon’ never stop

[verse 2]
you ain’t hard, lil’ n-gga, you was an a-plus student
i heard you ain’t start shootin’ when they came through shootin’ (you didn’t)
he just straight piped his whip, he just came through pootin’
b-tch, i don’t wanna hit it if your p-ssy boofin’
you just bought some bullsh-t weed, you a stupid goofy
i’ma ride for my dog like that n-gga stewie
how you say you from westpad and you don’t know louis?
n-gga, you a broke-ass n-gga, you got no louis
she let the whole city knock her down, but she act bougie
i can go broke right now, i’ll still be gucci
n-gga, you ain’t from [?] drive, you don’t know pookie
i’ma smoke weed with a lot of n-ggas ’cause they smoke dookie

- ysr gramz

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