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DJ Drama

Word To The Motherland

 

Word To The Motherland

(album: In My Mind: The Prequel - 2006)


Nah, nah dude seriously, did I monster that?
Did I monster that though? It's nothing
Uh, check it out (Gangsta Grizzil)

Real niggas save up for out-of-state, but collect stash houses
Drive Jeep wagons taxidermy their couches
Getting small dope, fuck LV pouches
On the corner selling' that tiger, you can tell how they crouch
I've seen pictures of Jimmy Henchman when he was in jail
Fresh beeper, fresh chain, fresh sneaker detail
Like he could, order anything from hits to sales
Like he in the four seasons ordering cocktails
Real gangsta's do it, they don't have to prove it
The keys is spoken for, you don't tell 'em to move it
They operate just like sleuths
They flow, fiends and hoes as they conduits
Like the three letter crew out in ATL
Got the Feds scratching they heads saying, "will they please tell"
The nigga Em is like the new Rayfel
With police escorts that's louder than a Ray shot sale (Uh-Huh)
And you get indicted, get your Steinberg's to fight it
He paid that way, you think he ain't gon' write it?
The feds get excited, not knowing the con's inside it
So against the day decided before they even tried it (Gangsta)
Now back to the necessity if you gon' supply it
All your weak links, Donald Trump, and nigga you're fired
I did my research, my street exposure reworked
I was too busy driving in Zo's and hoes bezerk
Now remember, who got you hired?
Who both, educate and spit the shit you like?
Now analyze the picture that the non-thug drew
Sip your Corona, and puff your bud too

Time for the, time for the, best of the best (Time for the, time for the, best)
The new double-R drive with BBC on my chest (The new double-R driver BBC on my chest)
When you got your marked Jigga boots with the LV dress (Marked Jigga boots with the LV dress)
Yeah, well holla at the kid, yessir, nothing less (Holla at the kid, yessir, nothing less)

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?