if u could follow along with my lyrics .. i'll give u 5 dollas
twista
california
gangsta
underground
cali
50 cent
the game
valley
tech n9ne
bay
northern
14
tracy
ene
norte
northerner
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Story behind the song
no story i was bored so i decided 2 record both those verses been written for a while but i never recorded cuz my GOOD mic is broke wit better quality but i said fuck it n whipped out da old 50$ radio shack mic N recorded somethin new, hope u like
Lyrics
verse 1:
remember me, dat ene crackin n packin a jug of da vsop of da hennesy little sob when it get 2 me but im givin a fuck thro a sack N da blut 2 perfect da recipe, packin a pump 2 stay protectin me, havin funk 4 da punks dat want da death of me, if i happen 2 dump then i gone in da back of trunk 4 niggas dat wanna mess wit these, northern killafornia soldiers disposin foes is our specialty, blowin on doja consecutively while avoidin the rollers arrestin me got me holdin a load of some weaponry for those who really dont 2 respect a G, e.N.e from da 2.0.9 be in I.C.U. tryna fuck wit mine reppin X.I.V. til i D.I.E. N.O.R.T.E til i R.I.P. , stompin da ground in some CHUCK TAYLORS walkin around nigga FUCK HATERS wit a clip when i dip in da ride 4 niggas that be SWITCHIN SIDES like CROSS FADERS, Heart darker than Darth Vaders attires playas N ridaz feel me fakers N liers tryna kill me but i'm stayin alive N grindin filthy, guilty til proven innocent so this minute gotta get rid of the witness unless u wanna be spendin time in da penitent den get them snitches aint really got time for bullshit, about riches N mindin my business N makin decisious 4 makin da bread, breakin da swishers N shakin da feds, takin da bitches N makin em spend, dollas 4 me 2 pop my collar givin a fuck if im a baller break her for change N never call her i saw a sucka slip, trustin a clucka bitch thinkin hes in love n shit tryna be a husband wit a chick wit a hundred kids that aint fuckin his, N its a damn shame the way suckas are beggin for ass mayne tryna give up ya cash and ya last name i'll give up nothin but a glass of shampagne, shit i rather focus sit back N stack change spittin that mac game doin that rap thang doin about 150 in the fast lane shit im half sane evil as Sam Hayne, knowin that jackin pays n makin my scratch N fades 2 pass the day, got me strugglin bad in a drastic way so im bubblin gamblin N snatchin chains, makin da moves N extractin weight smokin up on a half a eight i dont have to wait 2 get the ass i sit back N laugh at u niggas that masturbate, spittin that imaculate game got me makin a breezy weak in her knees, reach in her pants when she thinkin of me N jump at the change of recievin the D
hook x2:
this is how i do
im makin it flip N makin it sick wit that Nor Cal love
this is how i do
reppin the valley get left in da alley if you don't shut the fuck up !!
verse 2:
steadily smokin some of that potent N i'm takin this shit day by day wit hella 2 fade got swishers thicker than da walls at pelican bay, cause up in northern cali we blaze, posted up in the valley with eights, nigga fuck what you tellin me its nothin but jealousy N i'm bout my celery mayne, them dolla bills wit big faces hittin da places where its simple 2 make it break em steadily paper chasin avoidin all of the ways 2 waste it shakin them hatin faces evadin the spaces raded that stay invaded aint the time or day 2 be playin wit cases, facin them litigations duckin a fucked up situation just bubblin fuck what you suckas makin u punks aint touchin nathan just bustas cluckin fakin i'll rush N break em, takin em for his daily wages, he intimidated shakin ain't never been discriminatin im a jacka 2 every race i'm facin, peep some game from captain save 'em the things i say so captivating aint never gon' see me chasin a breezy fuck u thinkin i snatch N take em, shake em kick back relax get faded roll some weed in a wrap N blaze it, get wasted goin thru stages hopin u make it safely pass the days, N 2 wake up N do it again 2 go dumb, get stupid, retarted or crazy pitiful little illiterate idiots even considerin thinkin 2 fade these, criminals livin in tracy dippin mercedes up N out the valley, da area 209 restin on da northern side of Killa Cali, wit weed that'll make your chest bleed, lovin da way that it get 2 me, popped up wit some sticky green now how in the fuck did we get so deep, too many heads gettin next to me especially when the scent so sweet givin