211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck
Verse One: {Lil' Ya
Nigga's be try'na rep and some fool's Be try'na buck but Lil' Ya that type of Nigga that just don't give a fuck But Nathan and if you hatin' then You's a hater but I'm straight out that three So how the fuck you gonna fade her Soldier with a heart made of steel Like my nigga B, I handle business on the real and Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from My bitches cuz I be hittin' 'em regular like Dre be hittin' his switches Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my hood Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and For you nigga's who ain't go no love I ain't got no love for you chumps Cuz I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em Like a Philly Blunt Yeah, I'm gettin' my grove on I'm ready to move on To another level rob some nigga's or Whatever I got big nut's I got a big heart like I said it's been that way Since fuckin' start, you know me from my Fuckin' crew, you know what I'm bound to do I got a pit, I'm ready to spit, I'm ready to serve to uhh!
Chorus
Verse Two: {Yella Boy
I even got's the boogy bangin' at'cha Grab my Zookie if I have to Daze you up like Daz I don't give a fuck like Kurupt I'm dismantlin' MC's that come against me Me and the Tecster in broad day light We comin' to do thee fuck it Of course, I'm a show no remorse Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes
Verse Three: {Tec-9
I'm gettin' skiet like that, I'm slippery like ease wax I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and Called me a nigga
Verse Four: { Yella Boy
I'm dumpin' you bitches out like Boss Hog I don't give a fuck about y'all You don't know what I would do to you But I know what'cha will do to you I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you
Verse Five: {Tec-9
Y'all know that I'm back Like brand new wax on brand new Cadalac's I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' plus I just Lost my equipment bag
Verse Six: {Yella Boy
Sweatin' like a Zoo-Loo to do you It's best you fuckin' scram I'm a champion I'm dumpin' on 'em I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
Chorus
Verse Seven {LIl' Ya
I'm bout to do a jack I got on all black In my hand lies a tool that I call my Mack It's like my best friend cuz when I spin the bin it don't get jammed Bullet's chargin' like a ram You bet's believe when them hollow's hit'cha You goin' in pocket bitch, you better drop it One nigga tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and On his arm was a Rolex, He flinched for His gat that was stashed in his suit coat I had to show him, I had to fuck over him Stunt a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on Then I put the key's on the lab and Niggas started pushin' slab's My pocket's started gettin' swole My knot has thickened That's how it is when Nigga like Ya, is flippin' halves to Quickers, Quarter Bird's, to Bird's Keep a brew full of rock's Cuz my bitch need a serve, Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the Same time, beatin' you nigga's down With my bat if I ain't got that iron Leave yo Mama cryin' why you shot my only son Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot We put in work, doin' dirt everyday It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody To buy some yae, can't be no miner Got to be a Big Tymer, because I''m down to Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's Cuz I'm
Verse Eight: {Tec-9
You bitches don't know the fuckin' size of this shit I'm on the rise with this shit See tommorow, the fuckin' clip bitch 2-2-6 my boy's comin' Mag-11 hollow tip's nigga Better start runnin' When I start comin' up the block With my glock like a mad man In a mad rage face is caught on the front page Let them bitches catch me down bad With my 12-gage
Verse Nine: {Yella Boy
You despise, why I'm up in disguise Now you paralyzed plus you realize To stop playin' with me My click is quick to let them bullet's fly Click ya fuckin' self ya bitch you For you get downed
Chorus
We droppin' 'em stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me
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211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck
Verse One: {Lil' Ya
Nigga's be try'na rep and some fool's Be try'na buck but Lil' Ya that type of Nigga that just don't give a fuck But Nathan and if you hatin' then You's a hater but I'm straight out that three So how the fuck you gonna fade her Soldier with a heart made of steel Like my nigga B, I handle business on the real and Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from My bitches cuz I be hittin' 'em regular like Dre be hittin' his switches Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my hood Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and For you nigga's who ain't go no love I ain't got no love for you chumps Cuz I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em Like a Philly Blunt Yeah, I'm gettin' my grove on I'm ready to move on To another level rob some nigga's or Whatever I got big nut's I got a big heart like I said it's been that way Since fuckin' start, you know me from my Fuckin' crew, you know what I'm bound to do I got a pit, I'm ready to spit, I'm ready to serve to uhh!
Chorus
Verse Two: {Yella Boy
I even got's the boogy bangin' at'cha Grab my Zookie if I have to Daze you up like Daz I don't give a fuck like Kurupt I'm dismantlin' MC's that come against me Me and the Tecster in broad day light We comin' to do thee fuck it Of course, I'm a show no remorse Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes
Verse Three: {Tec-9
I'm gettin' skiet like that, I'm slippery like ease wax I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and Called me a nigga
Verse Four: { Yella Boy
I'm dumpin' you bitches out like Boss Hog I don't give a fuck about y'all You don't know what I would do to you But I know what'cha will do to you I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you
Verse Five: {Tec-9
Y'all know that I'm back Like brand new wax on brand new Cadalac's I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' plus I just Lost my equipment bag
Verse Six: {Yella Boy
Sweatin' like a Zoo-Loo to do you It's best you fuckin' scram I'm a champion I'm dumpin' on 'em I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
Chorus
Verse Seven {LIl' Ya
I'm bout to do a jack I got on all black In my hand lies a tool that I call my Mack It's like my best friend cuz when I spin the bin it don't get jammed Bullet's chargin' like a ram You bet's believe when them hollow's hit'cha You goin' in pocket bitch, you better drop it One nigga tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and On his arm was a Rolex, He flinched for His gat that was stashed in his suit coat I had to show him, I had to fuck over him Stunt a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on Then I put the key's on the lab and Niggas started pushin' slab's My pocket's started gettin' swole My knot has thickened That's how it is when Nigga like Ya, is flippin' halves to Quickers, Quarter Bird's, to Bird's Keep a brew full of rock's Cuz my bitch need a serve, Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the Same time, beatin' you nigga's down With my bat if I ain't got that iron Leave yo Mama cryin' why you shot my only son Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot We put in work, doin' dirt everyday It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody To buy some yae, can't be no miner Got to be a Big Tymer, because I''m down to Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's Cuz I'm
Verse Eight: {Tec-9
You bitches don't know the fuckin' size of this shit I'm on the rise with this shit See tommorow, the fuckin' clip bitch 2-2-6 my boy's comin' Mag-11 hollow tip's nigga Better start runnin' When I start comin' up the block With my glock like a mad man In a mad rage face is caught on the front page Let them bitches catch me down bad With my 12-gage
Verse Nine: {Yella Boy
You despise, why I'm up in disguise Now you paralyzed plus you realize To stop playin' with me My click is quick to let them bullet's fly Click ya fuckin' self ya bitch you For you get downed
Chorus
We droppin' 'em stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me
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