Baek Doo San

Evil Empire, Evil Empire, Coke, Dope, Crack Smack, Weed, E's and CDs, they got it all for cheap
Evil Empire

Gotta get it crackin', Gotta make it happen
See it, I want it, I have it
The young niggas out here, they crashing
Do anything for a chance, But they having they head in the sand
Runnin' through all of these plants, Put it out once it's burnin' my hand
High as heck, I'm doin' my dance, Chase a check, I need my advance
I just need a hundred grand, Woke up, feelin' like the man

Talk shit, you don't give a damn, Glock sit on the nightstand
Keep stickin' to my plan, We stickin' to my hand
Ain't worried about no man, Talk to God above the land
Kickin' shit like Baek Doo San, Kickin' shit like Baek Doo San

Kickin' shit like Baek Doo San, Evil Empire, Evil Empire
Check, weed, E's and C's, They got it all for cheap
Evil Empire, Evil Empire
Laughing all the way to the bank

Evil Empire gangsters, They'll eat your lunch
And wrinkle your school clothes, If you don't fuck with Evil Empire
Well then, you're just a bitch-ass trick
Don't get caught, Don't get caught slippin' in the turnin' lane

It's the Evil Empire, ridin' dirty, Evil Empire



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Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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