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Make Some Money

de AUGUST 08

Fuck what you know
Drop tops and hoes
Ice out your chain but can't bussdown your soul
You can't bussdown your soul

Lost out on money with love (love)
They call me emotional cuh (cuh)
Numbing the pain with the drugs (drugs)
Back on the Eastside (rag top)
Gun shots (pah, pah) on live
Fuck all these niggas and they fake lives
No face, no case, on life
(In the drop top)
Pull up on the homies on that old shit
Fucking politics and bitches till the morning
You ain't got your put all, you ain't all in
She said

Fuck what you know
Drop tops and hoes
Ice out your chain but can't buss down your soul
You can't buss down your soul

Cortez's at the funerals (funerals)
Gunpowder in the cuticles (uh-uh, uh-uh)
We out here as usual
Standing on the frontline throwing shit up
Caught slipping outside the Tam's when they dumped
Mo had to shoot back like, ba-dam, ba-dam (grra, pah)
Bought a new chain cause the flock went up
Shawty, look at me, like: Nigga you dumb?

Fuck what you know
Drop tops and hoes
Ice out your chain but can't buss down your soul
You can't buss down your soul

I got stardust in my eyes (yeah)
And I can't keep 'em closed tonight (yeah)
I got stardust in my eyes
And I can't keep 'em closed tonight
I got stardust in my eyes
And I can't keep 'em closed tonight
I got stardust in my eyes
And I can't keep 'em closed tonight

Running down Rosecrans
Long Beach Boulevard
On the Eastside
Cruising down Bullis
With a ski mask on
I'll be in the fast car
Riding in a stolen whip
Just goin' far

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