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Sup, hip-hop artist named Ray-B's.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #935
Peak in subgenre #501
Author
Ray-B's
Rights
FTF Ent
Uploaded
June 15, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:31
Lyrics
Chorus(x2)
When I was sixteen, I bought my first pack
I hit the block with it, I made it bounce back
Go ahead & leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Go ahead & leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Verse 1: Yung Ceaser
I'm known in the B, for supplyin' D
The nigga you shoppin' with, he fuckin' with me
Yeah I got big bags, sorry I don't mean to brag
But if you try to stunt, then I'ma rob ya ass
With no questions asked, I'll lay a nigga out
Just like the Girl Scouts, I keep a lot of cookies
I stay makin' deals, I'm something like a bookie
Them boys just rookies, you dealin' with a pro
A real boss, don't nothin' move until I say so
I got pesos runnin' out the a-hole
I get it in from my Spanish homie Pedro
Down there in Mexico, they let them things go
For the LO LO, but I ain't Shawty Lo
You know how it goes, you keep ya mouth closed
Unless you want ya body found stankin' by the road
So when I lay the hammer down, nigga case closed
Chorus(x2)
When I was sixteen, I bought my first pack
I hit the block with it, I made it bounce back
Go ahead & leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Go ahead & leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Verse 2: Ray-B's
One thing that I know, get cream
Throwing them stacks while I'm counting this green
Pull up in the spot looking oh so clean
You could only dream how the Volvo sing
44's gleam, bitch I don't give a damn
I might hit it once but I defo ain't cha man
Rockin' old school Chucks, bringing retro in this fam
And I don't give a fuck, this thing I'll let go in my hand
I'm chillin' in the back, with my folk in the place
You messin' up my high, I blow smoke in ya face
I don't give a fuck son, we all up in the club son
You know we gettin' drunk so, you ain't no fuckin' punk son
I'm from the city of lights, until I busted 'em out
You drippin' blood on the ground, with the gun in ya mouth
I'm from the city of lights, until I busted 'em out
You know you lovin' the sound, man fuck it I'm out
Chorus(x2)
When I was sixteen, I bought my first pack
I hit the block with it, I made it bounce back
Go ahead & leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Go ahead & leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Verse 3: JR Live
I'm on that block mayne, yall some damn lames
Fuckin' with me, snatch ya goods & ya change
Go ahead leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Take a nickle plate across ya muhfuckin' jaw
I stay fixed up, just like my candy paint
Got you mothafuckas blinkin' from my pinky ring
Go ahead leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Steady bankin' bennies, screamin' fuck the law
I got the snow for ya, twenty get ya mo'
Take a fifty from me, finna hit the flo'
Need some slo-mo? well fuckin' here ya go
Got that five-for-ten on that low-low
Need some good blow? yeah I got that
From deals a stack, sellin' purp to crack
Go ahead leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Paper weights in my pockets, I'ma fuckin' ball
Chorus(x2)
When I was sixteen, I bought my first pack
I hit the block with it, I made it bounce back
Go ahead & leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
Go ahead & leave the whole thing, I'll get it off
