Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Deep-C-did Jacobs
Songwriter
Tavares A Garrett
Songwriter
Lyrics
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
Let me Reintroduce
Myself Mothafuckas
Self made Hustlaz
Don't fuck Wit Bustaz Uh uh
Biting my style You fucking Bicuspid
I spit stupid Flow Mucho dinero
Neva let My people go
Sing high Swing low At least 50k
To do a show And that's
Just for starters You rocking
With Tavares One of the
Hardest Known artist
Period Living and
Breathing Issuing beatings
My microphone Is Lazarus Back to life
And making it hazardous
And nothing nice For you to even
Step up fuck you And your rep
Niggaz get checked
Bruh rough and rugged
Don't give a damn
Boy what you touching
Thought I wasn't
I'm busting I told you
I don't trust them
They friends they potnaz
And next of kin
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
Tell them don't play
With meThey may
Come up missing
Or missin A kidney
No witness Tampering
Pimpin And pandering
Diamonds Stay shining
Thank you Scout Mandolin
I'm as hard as come
You soft batch Pussy
I'm veteran Hall of fame
You rookie You mis took Me
For some bullshit
Now I'm pulling
Yo card And ya bitch
My flow Is super stupid
It's fire and desire
Tight rope The wire
Til I expire I'll make a
Liar out of you
Dust you Your click
And your whole Crew
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
My momma Told me son
You better Go out there
And Kill it And when you
Spit it Make sure they
Feel it Pretty boy
With thug appeal
What you thought
It was Games And gimmicks
My man I spit
This On my Lou Haney
Lift shit High pro-glow
With that Biblical flow
Old Testament New Testament
Seven daize We rest a bit
I want my Kings to stop
Killing Each other
Don't you Understand
You playing right into
The plan to erase and
And eradicate the Blackman
Withstand brandishing
A weapon forget the disrespect
Work it out keep living
For your children So they have a
Father In the building
I'm a California King
With my California Queen
Everywhere we go
We always California Clean
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of Hot discussion
We in front of the liquor store
Busting no rounds
Just bars of hot discussion
Writer(s): Tavares Garrett
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