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Talkin' All That
作词：Ramone Johnson, Ricky Mckenzie Ii Parham
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We're renegades, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We're renegades, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit me up, man
Bitch I'm from the [Incomprehensible], yo' hood ain't no realer
You the pussy ass nigga livin' next to the killer
I'm the killer that moved out of the block
And head back to the hood, when I'm movin' my rock
You can find me on a dark road, dark clothes
Yay' in the console and God knows I make grip off blow
Shit, I could get rich off blows
My nation affiliation, pitch forks I've chose
What the fuck you gon' do? We bang back hammers
I'm a six point star in a gray bandana
I'd die for this, nigga, you rhyme for this
Pussy, I ride for this and did time for this
That's why I'm convinced you fear that I'm convicted
Until elevens in soaps and some gangsta shit, man
Guess who gorillas leave tats in fragments?
Two shots through your cabbage and gas from Ca$h
Pussy niggaz always talkin' that shit
What you flaggin', who you bangin' with? I don't give a fuck
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin' with, I don't give a fuck
Pussy niggaz talkin' all that shit
What you flaggin' in your bangin' whip? I don't give a fuck
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin' with 'cause I don't give a fuck
Tip our levels and scarce piece, a meal beast
We'll creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat
Niggaz scream, ‽Fuck me, he luckyâ€, when I blast it
I left respect enough for an open casket
Way to go Ca$his, boost up my ego
Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle
Folk of the century, rollin' with peoples
The Omen, the sequel, the more they will see you
Close kin, Molotov close to no skin
His momma pretends that she doesn't know him
I'm the reason, for the whole 'Say No' slogan
Doped in folk and loc'ed if provokin'
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Got a brand new thing with the scope in
Leave your family with the wake for hostin'
I'll collect enough snow to my hands the Aspens
I'm the realest nigga 'round here, ask for Ca$his, folk
Pussy niggaz always talkin' that shit
What you flaggin', who you bangin' with? I don't give a fuck
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin' with, I don't give a fuck
Pussy niggaz talkin' all that shit
What you flaggin' in your bangin' whip? I don't give a fuck
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin' with 'cause I don't give a fuck
Loadin' the cup folk, loadin' it up tote
Hang fire up, I choke from the gun smoke
That's on the boss, man, my Nina Ross came
Place gangbangers into a coffin
This is renegades, Rick not really paid
Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed
Full bricks of raw, nigga, that's really weight
While my work is foldin', now that's really cake
Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate
I'm a degenerate black bandit, livin' ape
Niggaz dig in they pockets like DJ's dig in crates
If you cuttin' my profits, you gon' in to dish some cake
Heckler & Koch and glass and vodka
I'm the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch
Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O.C.
Niggaz never son me, I was born O.G. fo'
Pussy niggaz always talkin' that shit
What you flaggin', who you bangin' with? I don't give a fuck
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin' with, I don't give a fuck
Pussy niggaz talkin' all that shit
What you flaggin' in your bangin' whip? I don't give a fuck
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin' with 'cause I don't give a fuck
Aiyyo, Alchemist
Let's play 'em some of that new Stat Quo shit, man
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