They Don't Want None

(专辑： California Republic - 2012)

Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle tags
Rapping in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags
Guess who home, my nigga Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a brick house
Money flowing like it's Chris Dale
Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, release on the blood Glock
They here by, they go numb
Going plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I stack a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga can't stop this motherfucking killing
Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat building

(They don't want none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don't need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let 'em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I'm)
We bringing the fuck
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang uh

Fish out the cooker, being busy for the pussy
In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
You fucking hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's
With the finger tag backs, you ain't jacking that
Yo Game, I'm laughing at these cop who turned shote us
Imagine that, you're mad a fucking life happen at
You's the only one there, I swear
Stuck the blood clut crying
I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this silence
Y'all motherfuckaz singing
I've see the paperwork, you a fucking pigeon, no kisses
Count clood to the ceiling
George Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hoping every cell they creeping
County fucking with me, I'm the best living

(They don't want none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don't need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let 'em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I'm)
We bringing the fuck
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang uh

Check it, what the blood clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's parked outside the drug spot
Survived five shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, they cried
Cause they had to pay for that
Payers took it, where the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to blow that
They don't make real niggas where you from
Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
Talk shit? Swallow one
You fucking move me
I disrespect niggas like in old Italian movies
I'm saying, I live, you ready
I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your fucking spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket's fatter than my nigga Ross
Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove
Understand?
I'm a California felon
Bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell 'em

(They don't want none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don't need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let 'em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I'm)
We bringing the fuck
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang