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Song: | Type Of Nigga I Am |
Album: | Cocaine | Genres: | 12 |
Year: | 2009 |
Length: | 251 sec |
Lyrics:
Ah, every mornin' I wake up I start my day off wrong Firin' up that kush before I even put my clothes on Load my Glock .40 before I even wash my face I do these type of things so I won't be a murda case When I'm rollin' in my ride it be a look on my face so cold Starin' at yo' ass so hard I can see straight through to yo' soul Ain't no tellin' body, body tryin' to get me for my riches I used to leave 'em in stitches Now I leave they ass in ditches I don't love bitches, I don't love niggas, I don't love nothin' It's gon' take my momma comin' back From the grave for me to love somethin' I let my temper get the best and I go off for no reason This is the beginning of kickin' in yo' door season I met a couple of niggas in jail They all was screamin' they was real But Joseph was the only one I could feel You don't like it? Call the law, fuck you hoes, I don't give a damn I'll knock yo' bitch ass out And that's the type of nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the nigga, nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the nigga, nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the nigga, nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day Tell me who gon' fuck around with Joseph Wayne McVey? A lot of niggas mumble under they breath about what they gon' do Runnin' up on Z-Ro the Crooked is what they wanna do Yeah I'm cool, calm and collected but I ain't got it all That's why I go from how you doin', to fuck all y'all My attitude is rude enough to be a crooked cop But it ain't no red or blue lights flashin' on the top of my drop top I'm a gangsta, and I spit nothin' but gangsta shit That's comin' from a five-deuce, Hoover gangsta Crip Bangin' Street Military, Point Blank, and Klondike Kat The shit they were talkin' about, I grew up just like that My hood was full of thugs, money, guns and dope Findin' my stomach full of liquor, my lungs full of smoke I had a pocket full of stones out there chasin' that money And once I got it I'll be damned if somebody could take it from me Run on up and I'ma dump until the trigger jams Mothafucker you better realize, that's the type of nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the type of nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the nigga, nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the type of nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day Tell me who gon' fuck around with Joseph Wayne McVey? The King of the Ghetto ain't no punk mothafucka I'll open my hand and slap mothafuckas I guess they shouldn'ta been some stupid ass dumb mothafuckas Nigga don't piss me off unless you're ready to run mothafucka You fellas just be runnin' off at the mouth like hoes But in reality you faker than a foot with four big toes But me, I'm gon' shoot it up and shut it down, straight like that Or keep throwin' combinations until they can't fight back From the city where everybody go for broke It's so crucial I could be murdered by one of my own loc's Hell naw, you can't roll with me, I roll alone Ain't no use in callin' me either, I can't seem to hear my phone Fuck the promoter 'cause he ain't tryin' to pay me what I'm worth I run away with the deposit and ain't gon' be no concert Free Pharaoh, my nigga doin' fifty aggravated in the slam My criminal record shows, that be the type of nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the type of nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'ma get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the type of nigga I am N-I-G-G-A, I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day And that's the type of nigga I am N-I-G-G-A Tell me who gon' fuck around with Joseph Wayne McVey?
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