My Father

Yo
Picture this
Me and my bitch
Compton of '86
Rollin' 'round in the whip
Lookin' for licks
Man you know how we get
See we hit 'em from the back
Get out and take off in they shit
Uh
Hit that 105
And then we gettin' ghost
Yea I got some hoes
But I fa' sho' fuck with you the most
Show me ya love
Smoke up these drugs
Don't fuck around
I'm not the one (aye let me drop this peace on you real quick)
I ain't cold blooded
I'm fuckin' froze blooded
I'll make a hoe suck dick
Until her nose runnin'
I ain't goin' for a bunt
Bitch I'm home runnin'
A simple bitch want a ring
I'm the whole onion
I make ya eyes well up
I'm a fly fella
And you my high yella'
We are sky dwellers
No time tellers
Only way crime fail us
Is if somebody get jealous
Or if the cops jail us

Shit'll add up if the math let it
You run yo fuckin' mouth
Get on that track if you athletic
I know it's me but I speak the P
Like my dad said it
It's only proper
I got it from my father
I tell these bitches
They ain't got any business
Until
My business finished
Hoe I'm in it to win it
When I put it in yo soul
You gone feel it and fear it
Like
It's only proper
I got it from my father



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Writer(s): Garry Don Richardson
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