Left Eye

Tony Coles
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In the back with a b-, gettin' sky high
Pretty brown skin and she gangster, I call her my left eye
Pull up Mercedes 450, babe, let's ride
- try me, he stupid, get chastised
These - p-, they never be outside
How we beefin', ain't never been shots fired?
Come from the block, b-, we stuck like a stop sign
You can't claim the gang if you ain't my kind

No, you not havin' s-, b- -, stop lyin'
Beat his ass with this Drac' 'til he stop tryin'
Know he remember that call, told him stop cryin'
Just don't play and you good, stay off my line
I came a long way from hittin' licks, duckin' one time
I almost died in them streets, now the sun shine
Now all my pockets on full, feel like, "Baby, this my time"
And we stay with them sticks like a drum line

Me and my - be out like a umpire
And we strapped, don't get hit with that gun fire
Remember kick door, sellin' low, what a fun time
Me and Hotboy been thuggin' since lunch line
Come from the Grove, but that Nawf like my bloodline
If he swing, bet I come with a clothesline

Can't - with the ho if she cute, but the ho lyin'
Cut her off, if she tell, then the ho dyin'
Four in the pineapple Fanta, it's go time
We done - 'round and found us a gold mine
Mix the purp' with the drink, make me slow down
Nigga reach for this chain, bet it go down

- play gangster, be rattin' the whole time
That's why if you ain't gang, you can't come 'round
I got - stayed solid, that's since I was doin' push-ups
Countin' down, yellin', "Free mine"

In the back with a b-, gettin' sky high
Pretty brown skin and she gangster, I call her my left eye
Pull up Mercedes 450, babe, let's ride
Nigga try me, he stupid, get chastised
These - p-, they never be outside
How we beefin', ain't never been shots fired?
Come from the block, b-, we stuck like a stop sign
You can't claim the gang if you ain't my kind



Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Landum, Tony Anderson, Hal Walker
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