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Correct 211-187 Lyrics
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Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck Verse one: {lil ya} Niggas be tryna rep and some fools Be tryna buck but lil ya that type of Nigga that just don't give a fuck But nathan and if you hatin then Yous a hater but Im straight out that three So how the fuck you gonna fade her Soldier with a heart made of steel Like my nigga b, I handle business on the real and Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from My bitches cuz I be hittin em regular like Dre be hittin his switches Clockin my riches as I stroll through my hood Puffin on a blunt givin love where it's all good and For you niggas who aint go no love I aint got no love for you chumps Cuz Im a smoke em and choke em Like a philly blunt Yeah, Im gettin my grove on Im ready to move on To another level rob some niggas or Whatever I got big nuts I got a big heart like I said it's been that way Since fuckin start, you know me from my Fuckin crew, you know what Im bound to do I got a pit, Im ready to spit, Im ready to serve to uhh! Chorus Verse two: {yella boy} I even gots the boogy bangin atcha Grab my zookie if I have to Daze you up like daz I don't give a fuck like kurupt Im dismantlin mcs that come against me Me and the tecster in broad day light We comin to do thee fuck it Of course, Im a show no remorse Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes Verse three: {tec-9} Im gettin skiet like that, Im slippery like ease wax I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and Called me a nigga Verse four: { yella boy} Im dumpin you bitches out like boss hog I don't give a fuck about yall You don't know what I would do to you But I know whatcha will do to you I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you Verse five: {tec-9} Yall know that Im back Like brand new wax on brand new cadalacs Im mourin Im yawnin plus I just Lost my equipment bag Verse six: {yella boy} Sweatin like a zoo-loo to do you Its best you fuckin scram Im a champion Im dumpin on em Im actin a motherfuckin donkey on em Chorus Verse seven {lil ya} Im bout to do a jack I got on all black In my hand lies a tool that I call my mack Its like my best friend cuz when I spin the bin it don't get jammed Bullets chargin like a ram You bets believe when them hollows hitcha You goin in pocket bitch, you better drop it One nigga tested my nuts he had the nerve to flex and On his arm was a rolex, he flinched for His gat that was stashed in his suit coat I had to show him, I had to fuck over him Stunt a fuckin lick of that hit and it was on Then I put the keys on the lab and Niggas started pushin slabs My pockets started gettin swole My knot has thickened That's how it is when Nigga like ya, is flippin halves to Quickers, quarter birds, to birds Keep a brew full of rocks Cuz my bitch need a serve, Uploadin kilt, puttin in clips at the Same time, beatin you niggas down With my bat if I aint got that iron Leave yo mama cryin why you shot my only son Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now Im done Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot We put in work, doin dirt everyday Its twelve noon, lets go get somebody To buy some yae, can't be no miner Got to be a big tymer, because im down to Pill a couple of caps and get these niggas out they snaps Cuz im Verse eight: {tec-9} You bitches don't know the fuckin size of this shit Im on the rise with this shit See tommorow, the fuckin clip bitch 2-2-6 my boys comin Mag-11 hollow tips nigga Better start runnin When I start comin up the block With my glock like a mad man In a mad rage face is caught on the front page Let them bitches catch me down bad With my 12-gage Verse nine: {yella boy} You despise, why Im up in disguise Now you paralyzed plus you realize To stop playin with me My click is quick to let them bullets fly Click ya fuckin self ya bitch you For you get downed Chorus We droppin em stop playin with me Stop playin with me
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