Bomb in the Whip

Yea nigga ya baby mom favorite Sold crack as a little nigga crime paid me Had a love affair with the block We was married in 96 when I met my nigga flac Came back with the hard white them big boulders Had the block open all night I sold dubs Fiends round the way was like lil showin love The flow was ferocious I had the store selling them roses The lines was like up and down the hill I had a talk with Mr taylor he was like chill I understand you on ya hustle and all But I'm sick and tired of seeing these fiends all on my lawn And so came the problems of heavy fiend trafficking Cars blocking driveways everything happening It's all good when the money is coming I switch phones but I keep the same number I used to ride with them bomb in the whip That's code for a whole lot a shit Dangerous game is what we was playing It was all about Who had the most hoes most money most caine I used to ride with them bomb in the whip That's code for a whole lot a shit Stay clear of them nervous niggaz when you doing dirt They the ones to give the police your name 28 a gram was the regular Every drug boy around had a cellular a pager Couldn't tell a nigga that he wasn't doing major Even if he had small grams You know them light weight niggaz that's claiming they big will Screamin that they killers but a fly they cant kill Type a nigga I smoke in front of but won't pass it O that's ya baby mom fantastic You a berry gathering nigga a laundry doer Fold clothes nigga while I screw her You cant change ya dna nigga your born a beta So move over bacon time for something greater Not the nigga with the ear bitten but the real Deal holy macaroni Mr black lil From up north but hustled in packeville My niggaz round the way got the crack still I used to ride with them bomb in the whip That's code for a whole lot a shit Dangerous game is what we was playing It was all about Who had the most hoes most money most caine I used to ride with them bomb in the whip That's code for a whole lot a shit Stay clear of them nervous niggaz when you doing dirt They the ones to give the police your name Now it wasnt all glory and the fame Eventually detectives learned a nigga name They had surveillance in a school bus parked in front the crib Watching me and mil gates do our thing They came thru with the battle ram while I was listening to my slow jams Smacked me with the flashlight I woke cuffed both hands I'm having visions of the county jail Sitting on top of A wing trying to make bail now this some bullshit Man it was all good just a week ago I had an eerie feeling last night but couldn't peep it tho I wasn't expecting a drug raid But it when down so now me and gates on the front page Them holmes boys is hustlers ford tough Lawyers on retainer nigga got them coins up now This wasn't even a part of the plan But smoky and them pigs got me jammed I used to ride with them bomb in the whip That's code for a whole lot a shit Dangerous game is what we was playing It was all about Who had the most hoes most money most caine I used to ride with them bomb in the whip That’s code for a whole lot a shit Stay clear of them nervous niggaz when you doing dirt They the ones to give the police your name