Big Dogg
I ain't playin for chips, nah I'm just playing for me
And I ain't praying for skips, yeah I'm just playing for keeps
I'm steady racing fo bricks, I'm steady chasin the green
I'm steady rollin' the splifs, I'm steady takin the beans
Like me and my damn brother Knzo swerving through the traffic
Got a message on the phone, "Pull up with the magic"
Pull up to the crib yeah we ready with the static
We don't really give a fuck, We be on some mad shit
He said he got some new shit, big ass fuckin package
But we act like we don't know him so we goto tax em
If he plays around, it gets loud, and bullets wax him
Yeah this fuckin life, damn shit can get so tragic
You could lose your life panic, but this life you goto plan it
Just remember your semantics, cause one word could do some damage
You could end up systematic, with that semi-automatic
Stop actin so damn dramatic, before he turns into a savage
The shit that we've been burnin' you know that it aint yo average
Shit gets really musty, damn, smell could leave a passage
We gon buy a crib, yeah buy a fuckin a castle
But right now, me and him, we've been fighting battles
He's a Big Dogg, big killer
Yeah you know he smokin' big logs, no swisher
Blowin clouds of the big fog, you might miss em
Cause when 12 pulls up, we've been gone, no picture
Doin races in this bitch like we don't need no traction
He don't wont no smoke, nah he ain't about that action
We gon cut em off like a mo-fuckin fraction
If he tryna hop back in, I don't know what happened
Pull up the spot, and just watch, you know we got the smoke
Pull up and it's hot, let's get a yacht, cause I need a boat
I'm riding on top, I forgot, how to fuck up flows
I smoke the pot, yeah a lot, that's how my life goes
Got the work, got the perc, turn around them wheels gon burn
I'm doin all this shit cause I'm gon take the fuckin earth
Ain't gon smirk, demons lurk, in the shadows of the church
99 problems but they are not 1 concern
I ain't playin for skips, nah I'm just playing for me
And I aint praying for chips, nah I'm just praying for keeps
I'm steady racing fo bricks, I'm steady chasin the green
I'm steady rollin' the splifs, I'm steady takin the beans
Like me and my damn brother Knzo swerving through the traffic
Got a message on the phone, "Pull up with the magic"
Pull up to the crib yeah we ready with the static
We don't really give a fuck, We be on some mad shit
And I ain't praying for skips, yeah I'm just playing for keeps
I'm steady racing fo bricks, I'm steady chasin the green
I'm steady rollin' the splifs, I'm steady takin the beans
Like me and my damn brother Knzo swerving through the traffic
Got a message on the phone, "Pull up with the magic"
Pull up to the crib yeah we ready with the static
We don't really give a fuck, We be on some mad shit
He said he got some new shit, big ass fuckin package
But we act like we don't know him so we goto tax em
If he plays around, it gets loud, and bullets wax him
Yeah this fuckin life, damn shit can get so tragic
You could lose your life panic, but this life you goto plan it
Just remember your semantics, cause one word could do some damage
You could end up systematic, with that semi-automatic
Stop actin so damn dramatic, before he turns into a savage
The shit that we've been burnin' you know that it aint yo average
Shit gets really musty, damn, smell could leave a passage
We gon buy a crib, yeah buy a fuckin a castle
But right now, me and him, we've been fighting battles
He's a Big Dogg, big killer
Yeah you know he smokin' big logs, no swisher
Blowin clouds of the big fog, you might miss em
Cause when 12 pulls up, we've been gone, no picture
Doin races in this bitch like we don't need no traction
He don't wont no smoke, nah he ain't about that action
We gon cut em off like a mo-fuckin fraction
If he tryna hop back in, I don't know what happened
Pull up the spot, and just watch, you know we got the smoke
Pull up and it's hot, let's get a yacht, cause I need a boat
I'm riding on top, I forgot, how to fuck up flows
I smoke the pot, yeah a lot, that's how my life goes
Got the work, got the perc, turn around them wheels gon burn
I'm doin all this shit cause I'm gon take the fuckin earth
Ain't gon smirk, demons lurk, in the shadows of the church
99 problems but they are not 1 concern
I ain't playin for skips, nah I'm just playing for me
And I aint praying for chips, nah I'm just praying for keeps
I'm steady racing fo bricks, I'm steady chasin the green
I'm steady rollin' the splifs, I'm steady takin the beans
Like me and my damn brother Knzo swerving through the traffic
Got a message on the phone, "Pull up with the magic"
Pull up to the crib yeah we ready with the static
We don't really give a fuck, We be on some mad shit
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Writer(s): Robert Hall
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