Bangalow Babez

I'm about to begin. I'm up and down Harlem blocks. Ice felt rocks. Knots in my socks. Cops think I'm selling rocks. Pulling me over. They say I'm drunk. But I'm sober. They wouldn't **** with me if I drove it over. Listen Columbo. You mad because your money comes slow. And what you making a year? I'm making one show. Now you wanna frisk me and soak my ride. Call me all kinds of names. Try to hurt my pride. Get this mad. Cause I'm a young cat. Bop is dumb fat. Talking bout where the gun at. I've been there and done that. I'm through with that illegal life. I'm staying legit. I love to see cars come cruising by. I'm playing my ----. I walk around with six down. Without a fist down. My whole clique swell. I'm fist bound. No more sticks. I'm making hits now. I drink Cristal. I'm through breaking laws. I don't sell dick anymore. I do tours. So get that flash light out of my face. They break me down. Hold up. Confederate rules. Got my phone at my house tap. Praying that I fall for the mousetrap. I doubt that. Why do I end up in so much ----? I don't care. Way too far to be calling it quits. Jake wanna lock me up. Even though I'm legit. They can't stand to see a young brother pops his thing. Hey yo enough's enough. Federals tryna set me up. Put me in cuffs and crush what I lost. Into dust. Plus. They want a niggas soul. But they know a big Joey Glock. I never had a cat. They already know. For sure. Death before the sun up. I left the streets alone. Since stone deceased. And almost killed his mama. So I'ma keep doing what I'm doing. Pursuing my dream. Till there's enough green. To start my own union. And show these kids how legit it is. Shit is real. I used to steal. But now I own several businesses. So it's your witness that you claim to have. Saying that I'm taking hives. And starting New York. And not paying tax. I'm laying back. Playing the role. Playing the load. But it's the same old Joe. So don't get K.O. Hey yo. Bye bye.