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Caddy Bump (LBC)

 

Caddy Bump (LBC)

(album: H.A.R.D. - 2020)


[KXNG Crooked:]
We selling Kush and pills
Anything for the dollar bills
They know us in the hood
To the hills
Got these bad bitches in they feels
But this is for my niggas on the front line
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach
Real niggas grew up in the free lunch line
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach

It's still a marathon in this mothafucka
Niggas smoking marijuan' in this mothafucka
Staples center wear LeBron in this mothafucka
Kobe Bryant, black mamba, you mothafuckas
You know what's up, rolling up, pulling up
My committee is showing up
Shooting vidies in my city my niggies is going nuts
We animals, look us up
The director shook as fuck
Pointing hammers at the camera
What side are you throwing up?
When Jay lost 92 bricks and he had to fall back
Y'all thought it was all rap
Y'all thought it was all cap
For plugs I know 92 is a small pack
Niggas with submarines, dealers that never sold crack
I hang with gangstas who get deported
Their caine it just get imported
Too dangerous to get extorted
Get sprayed when the hit is ordered
Done banging your shits in orbit
Don't play with them niggas, forfeit the game
Or get murdered and it ain't reported
Mob shit, tyrannosaurus and black fedoras
When we see the pigs passing the tours
We rap the chorus of "Fuck Tha Police"
'Cause they just got a casket for us
They acting like if you're born black then you're asking for it
I brought that dirty bread home to get mama some help
I might as well been a clone 'cause I fathered myself
Dropping my baby mama off in college in my olive Impala
Picture a drop-out who got knowledge to sell, uh
The black man's a God
I'm my own Osiris
Nothing but kings up in here
We are on your highness
Writing songs on papyrus purchased by impulsive buyers
Skills high, even Bill Nye know the science (Know the science)
Long Beach to Brooklyn that's the code alliance (Hard)
We eat what we kill that's the code of lions (Hard)
Ghetto Gods, a different meaning for slum lords
Shoot out at the pharmacy, nigga we about these drug wars

We selling Kush and pills
Anything for the dollar bills
They know us in the hood
To the hills
Got these bad bitches in they feels
But this is for my niggas on the front line
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach
Real niggas grew up in the free lunch line
Eastside, Eastside, Eastside, Long Beach

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