LoudestInTheCity - Old English D. C Lyrics

If you looking for me
Im on the north east end
Wit a blunt of the gas
Weigh no less than three grams
And these black and gold buffies
Cost me three bands
I think they turned a nigga Muslim
Cuz I can't see hams

You can catch a nigga
Hopping out a bm
All the hood kiddies
Say they wanna be him
Broke no hope ass niggas
They Just envyin
Cuz my chain and my yays
Shining like it's 3M
It say this bag touchdown
Round 3pm
They coming right to the house
But Not the one we sleep in
Yea we hottin up the block
Of yo f*cking bm
Had yo kids on the couch
When we breaking down grams
If you looking for me
Im on the north east end
Wit a blunt of the gas
Weigh no less than three grams
And these black and gold buffies
Cost me three bands
I think they turned a nigga Muslim
I can't see hams
My bitch so damn bad
That She need a beating
She really just a rat
And Know i got that cheese in
I hit the cook once
And It got me geeking
I hit the bitch once
The shit got me sleepin

I got plays on my phone (chop)
Catch them thangs (chop)
Get em gon (chop)
Stack it up (chop)
Send it out (chop)
Like a hoe (chop)
Catch a load (chop)
Flood the town (chop)
With them things for the low (chop)
Down the road (chop)
Get the cash (chop)
Then I'm gon (chop)
Make a call (chop)
Get em flown (chop)