S.I.N. Lyrics
Yo, All the fans we love yall
we gon make one fo the haters like fuck that
(Ali)
Old School 9-8 and you see the Camilion
below in the celing wood with wheel on
With a flyin bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen dvds smoking stank and shit
Aint dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white tank and shit
Aint nothing soft on boy stop thankin it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
This bank I get
Style we all that to the back we all that to the back
Red or blue new wall cap
Pause that bull shit you talking bout
Before the people start walkin out
If you please we succeed regardless
Shine the hardest and I'll sign an artist
Longevity like the BeeGee's
Please be awarre we don't carre
Do you like us?
(Chorus)
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said
No, no, I know y'all ain't say no uh oh
be back in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
and when I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
cause I just asked him was the Tics tight and I think he just said no
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(Murphy Lee)
1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Church only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school right unda the bleachers
A wild little bity doin lunatic rules
To this day they be like
