it's the beat ... strictly the beat -love it
-The one and only-
Nice is...
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Curtisey
I'm Nice...
Lyrics
aye...............
get ya weight up pimpin the boss back at it
when I don't play your hechmen are getting marked faggot
cause when the M4, come out the trunk, watch it
your throat'll get a lump, thinking it's a pump rocket
all yall niggas talking bout ya cars, trucks
get real quiet when we bring ya squad up
ya money can't save you, neither will ya chain mac
only metal I hold, used to push ya brain back
Bricks yeah I claim that, city where the apes sleep
buncha gutta mutha fuckas moving like we 8 feet
3 dudes'll follow you, catch them on the same street
aye, this ain't a game cheif, these goons'll body you
now you can act hard, maybe get a film roll
but I stay up in a bitch nigga like a dildo
that ain't even homo, no-no I don't get down with that
but the pound'll clap sounding like it's pounding ass
armed robbery, connects, the law stay in check
soft body, but pump iron like I'm taking reps
so keep walking when you see me on a street corner
because my 3 quarters , double as a seat warmer
