Burnt Out (feat. Keak da Sneak)
Keak Sneak, Dreda Dre
Two thousand uno tre, straight out East Oakland, boy the bay
I be getting thang money
Just to show thats 30k
Came in it back in the day
Its a blessing I'm still on
But now its so complicated
Just to learn my songs
Them suckas been hating greatness
Thats alright, ain't nothing wrong
That weakness is for the weak
I'm surviving with the strong
And I don't ever wanna, feel like I ain't the shit
Never had to bite a niggas style, just to make a hit
Boy I be dropping jewels, working with the proper tools
How you take it off, put it back on
Just a couple screws
Now tell me, how a woodpecker peck without a beak
How a wolf with a broke jaw, gone get out and eat
You niggas need beats for help
Boy I help the beat
Fuck all that blood, I need my fade
See me in the street
Know you gone have to see me one day
And take this to the brain, it's gone be gun play
We turn it up
Til it's turn out
Im burning weed
Bitches burnt out
They looking at me
They know I'm on
I'm getting money
I'm gettin stoned
We turn it up
Til it's turn out
Im burning weed
These bitches burnt out
They looking at me
They know I'm on
I'm getting money
I'm gettin stoned
I'm getting stoned, statue
Good weed, bad bitch, bad attitude
From the west
You love the way that Cali do
Now you swag jacking us, you better pay me gratitude
Beast
You know I'm fin to eat
Turn a beat to a meal
Turn a meal to a feast
All n da doe, getting dough with Keak
I'm lake boy fitted, getting money in your streets
Turn up, word up
Bout to be a murder
If the beat smacking, let it clap like a burner
You heard of a bop, that's all my blocks got
Pussy gone pop, when my album drop
That's wet, she's wet
So you know whats next
Good game thats check
Got me stuck in her neck
I'm five three oh, only burning the best
You burnt out bitches, couldn't buy my respect
(Ghost)
We turn it up
Til it's turn out
Im burning weed
These bitches burnt out
They looking at me
They know I'm on
I'm getting money
I'm gettin stoned
We turn it up
Til it's turn out
Im burning weed
Bitches burnt out
They looking at me
They know I'm on
I'm getting money
I'm gettin stoned
Keak Sneak, Dreda Dre
Know what I'm talking bout
Five one oh, to the five three oh
Know what I'm talking bout
Tahoe what it do
The bay, we still in this mother fucker
Yadadamean
Yeah
You know what I'm talking bout
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run it, run it
Two thousand uno tre, straight out East Oakland, boy the bay
I be getting thang money
Just to show thats 30k
Came in it back in the day
Its a blessing I'm still on
But now its so complicated
Just to learn my songs
Them suckas been hating greatness
Thats alright, ain't nothing wrong
That weakness is for the weak
I'm surviving with the strong
And I don't ever wanna, feel like I ain't the shit
Never had to bite a niggas style, just to make a hit
Boy I be dropping jewels, working with the proper tools
How you take it off, put it back on
Just a couple screws
Now tell me, how a woodpecker peck without a beak
How a wolf with a broke jaw, gone get out and eat
You niggas need beats for help
Boy I help the beat
Fuck all that blood, I need my fade
See me in the street
Know you gone have to see me one day
And take this to the brain, it's gone be gun play
We turn it up
Til it's turn out
Im burning weed
Bitches burnt out
They looking at me
They know I'm on
I'm getting money
I'm gettin stoned
We turn it up
Til it's turn out
Im burning weed
These bitches burnt out
They looking at me
They know I'm on
I'm getting money
I'm gettin stoned
I'm getting stoned, statue
Good weed, bad bitch, bad attitude
From the west
You love the way that Cali do
Now you swag jacking us, you better pay me gratitude
Beast
You know I'm fin to eat
Turn a beat to a meal
Turn a meal to a feast
All n da doe, getting dough with Keak
I'm lake boy fitted, getting money in your streets
Turn up, word up
Bout to be a murder
If the beat smacking, let it clap like a burner
You heard of a bop, that's all my blocks got
Pussy gone pop, when my album drop
That's wet, she's wet
So you know whats next
Good game thats check
Got me stuck in her neck
I'm five three oh, only burning the best
You burnt out bitches, couldn't buy my respect
(Ghost)
We turn it up
Til it's turn out
Im burning weed
These bitches burnt out
They looking at me
They know I'm on
I'm getting money
I'm gettin stoned
We turn it up
Til it's turn out
Im burning weed
Bitches burnt out
They looking at me
They know I'm on
I'm getting money
I'm gettin stoned
Keak Sneak, Dreda Dre
Know what I'm talking bout
Five one oh, to the five three oh
Know what I'm talking bout
Tahoe what it do
The bay, we still in this mother fucker
Yadadamean
Yeah
You know what I'm talking bout
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Run it, run it
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Williams, Charles Kente Williams, Na Na
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