Bussdown your soul 歌詞

Fuck what you know Drop tops and hoes Ice out your chain but can't bussdown your soul You can't bussdown your soul Lost out on money with love (love) They call me emotional cuh (cuh) Numbing the pain with the drugs (drugs) Back on the Eastside (rag top) Gun shots (pah, pah) on live Fuck all these niggas and they fake lives No face, no case, on life (In the drop top) Pull up on the homies on that old shit Fucking politics and bitches till the morning You ain't got your put all, you ain't all in She said Fuck what you know Drop tops and hoes Ice out your chain but can't buss down your soul You can't buss down your soul Cortez's at the funerals (funerals) Gunpowder in the cuticles (uh-uh, uh-uh) We out here as usual Standing on the frontline throwing shit up Caught slipping outside the Tam's when they dumped Mo had to shoot back like, ba-dam, ba-dam (grra, pah) Bought a new chain cause the flock went up Shawty, look at me, like: Nigga you dumb? Fuck what you know Drop tops and hoes Ice out your chain but can't buss down your soul You can't buss down your soul I got stardust in my eyes (yeah) And I can't keep 'em closed tonight (yeah) I got stardust in my eyes And I can't keep 'em closed tonight I got stardust in my eyes And I can't keep 'em closed tonight I got stardust in my eyes And I can't keep 'em closed tonight Running down Rosecrans Long Beach Boulevard On the Eastside Cruising down Bullis With a ski mask on I'll be in the fast car Riding in a stolen whip Just goin' far