AGAIN & AGAIN Songtext
von MC Eiht
AGAIN & AGAIN Songtext
1G hatter′s trying to regulate
And 1 Time's how the hopping gates
And gates in the back of the 6 tray
Sinatra on they ass did it my way
It′s money to be made yeah I'm overweight
Grey hound bus outta state
Play the chicken outta state eatin'
Back on the block now my tape beatin′
And mama feelin′ proud how the money stretch
Hands on the dead body palm sweats
Let's make a deal on my TV
It′s money up front never freebie
How that fat pussy sittin' in that bikini
And why these quack-ass so weenie?
My Quik had the crips bumpin′ tonight
Money so retarded they sayin' I can′t get right
This road or the flight not a hood outta sight
Drop a hood tail eight mics
Yeah yeah
It's on sight
Where you been?
West Coast and the building again and again
Bad bitch with a friend
And we sip a little bit
Man again and again
West Coast trying to win Man
Regulators in the building come on
Stash spot next to the Tate deck
Wait up punk that's a heat check
The flames out the back of the rider
Tales from the block so it′s no Ghost Rider
Fire out the barrel of the .38
It′s money to be made tryna motivate
In Killa Cali the neighborhood kill
Ain't nobody killin′ so you better take it real
And run him outta town this the Wild West
See we rep the neighborhood the fuckin' best
Peace the East Pac Nipsey
We out the hood feelin′ way too tipsy
From the hood but on a better march
To the white TG 501 starch
You start something you better finish
And hush when it comes to this gangsta business
Yeah it's on sight
Where you been?
West Coast in the building again and again
Bad bitch with a friend and we sip a little bit
Man again and again yeah
More tryna win man
Yeah again and again yeah
And that′s Blue Stamp Official
My Rob T
My Spanos on the beat
You know you beat them down lo
And 1 Time's how the hopping gates
And gates in the back of the 6 tray
Sinatra on they ass did it my way
It′s money to be made yeah I'm overweight
Grey hound bus outta state
Play the chicken outta state eatin'
Back on the block now my tape beatin′
And mama feelin′ proud how the money stretch
Hands on the dead body palm sweats
Let's make a deal on my TV
It′s money up front never freebie
How that fat pussy sittin' in that bikini
And why these quack-ass so weenie?
My Quik had the crips bumpin′ tonight
Money so retarded they sayin' I can′t get right
This road or the flight not a hood outta sight
Drop a hood tail eight mics
Yeah yeah
It's on sight
Where you been?
West Coast and the building again and again
Bad bitch with a friend
And we sip a little bit
Man again and again
West Coast trying to win Man
Regulators in the building come on
Stash spot next to the Tate deck
Wait up punk that's a heat check
The flames out the back of the rider
Tales from the block so it′s no Ghost Rider
Fire out the barrel of the .38
It′s money to be made tryna motivate
In Killa Cali the neighborhood kill
Ain't nobody killin′ so you better take it real
And run him outta town this the Wild West
See we rep the neighborhood the fuckin' best
Peace the East Pac Nipsey
We out the hood feelin′ way too tipsy
From the hood but on a better march
To the white TG 501 starch
You start something you better finish
And hush when it comes to this gangsta business
Yeah it's on sight
Where you been?
West Coast in the building again and again
Bad bitch with a friend and we sip a little bit
Man again and again yeah
More tryna win man
Yeah again and again yeah
And that′s Blue Stamp Official
My Rob T
My Spanos on the beat
You know you beat them down lo
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