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2TightCuzBlood - So Easy (80 Bars) Lyrics



2TightCuzBlood - So Easy (80 Bars) Lyrics
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Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
It's getting tragic
Don't let there be a tragedy
I'm Mr. Magic
Call me young majesty
It's sneaky Steve
I'm repping for the M-gang
Time to spark the tree so I can get a head change
Tap the bottle crack the top still sipping forties
I ain't one to talk but I'll holler at a shorty
They say they know me
But I don't think they do
That's my homie
I known him since ninety-two
Bend the block
Yoking in that chevy thing
Big block four fifty four let it swing
Super sport I ain't f*cking with them (mustangs)
I'll blow your doors got the horse by the reins
Soaking up the game that the OG's spilled
F*cking with the gang finna get you killed
I'm high so high think this room's on tilt
So high so high like I move on stilts
Take a hit and get a dose
Sip some drank and make a toast
All I do is make it gross I'm the host with the most
I could never be least
I get my cheddar and cheese
Once my partner get released I'll get him back on his feet
I've always been solid dude
Bring him back from solitude
Don't tell me what you want to do
Let me see you follow through
Everybody do it big
Show me who you really is
Grown folks biz got no time for them kids
Taking what you making then I shake them like some dice
All these suckers hating I'm a have to hit them twice
I'm just trying to double up
Bitches be dumb as f*ck
All I do is talk shit but still they be loving us
All my partners really sick
Triple-M we in the mix
Do it for the kicks got a bag full of tricks
I tell them that I'm David Blaine
Cock it back and let it bang
With that K make it rain something like a hurricane
Too tight cuz blood I be with the shit tho
Try to catch me slipping I be staying on my tip toe
I'm a get it popping mother f*ckers better get low
Gassing on the beat coming with that sick flow
It's Northern Cali I'm repping for the whole bay
If I catch you snitching knocking off you toupee
I'm a slide quick
I'm talking today
You got to take a risk or you'll never get a thing
It's the way I was raised it's that (Antioch) life
California sun rays got me in the spot light
I'm a shine like some brights I don't rock ice
Put it off to the side and let the stock rise
What you tell a chick with two black eyes
Nothing already told her twice
Oh no now he's going killer hoe
But they don't know this is how we really roll
Money mack in murder I be mobbing with the squad
You be flirting with that danger we be robbing for a job
Keep one in the chamber I be crazy in the head
No stranger to this banger keep it lightly where you tread
Will he pull the trigger absolutely positive
But I'd rather get my loot stack my chips and clock a grip
I be smoking blunts I ain't f*cking with them cigs
You don't really want the funk better miss me with that shit
See me rocking clean clothes sipping on that king co
Feeling like the man
Boom bota bing hoe
I be punching numbers and I ain't talking bingo
Amigos saying there's that loco gringo
You can try to knock me but I gets my respect
And if you want to chunk them then your chin getting checked
It ain't really nothing feeling frog-ish better leap
Don't blame it on my mama I'm a product of the street
All I do is chase the green
Ya'll ain't f*cking with my team
Partner got the gas homie time to pass that kerosene
I been stacking bucks all these marks want to floss
If I catch you on my block I'm a strip you to your socks
Sitting on the dock of the bay finna mack lounge
Try to short me for my pay I'm a put the smack down
Gotta stand tall
Could never back down
Antioch I'm a put it on the map now
And you can ask around
They f*cking with the kid
Word around the town triple-M is with the shit
I ain't even tripping what these haters got to say
What they make in a week I done made in a day
They be hating on a player cuz I stay so P-Z
Putting on a front but they really want to be me
I'm finna take off tell me where the keys be
It's really tough but I make it look so easy
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English

Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
It's getting tragic
Don't let there be a tragedy
I'm Mr. Magic
Call me young majesty
It's sneaky Steve
I'm repping for the M-gang
Time to spark the tree so I can get a head change
Tap the bottle crack the top still sipping forties
I ain't one to talk but I'll holler at a shorty
They say they know me
But I don't think they do
That's my homie
I known him since ninety-two
Bend the block
Yoking in that chevy thing
Big block four fifty four let it swing
Super sport I ain't f*cking with them (mustangs)
I'll blow your doors got the horse by the reins
Soaking up the game that the OG's spilled
F*cking with the gang finna get you killed
I'm high so high think this room's on tilt
So high so high like I move on stilts
Take a hit and get a dose
Sip some drank and make a toast
All I do is make it gross I'm the host with the most
I could never be least
I get my cheddar and cheese
Once my partner get released I'll get him back on his feet
I've always been solid dude
Bring him back from solitude
Don't tell me what you want to do
Let me see you follow through
Everybody do it big
Show me who you really is
Grown folks biz got no time for them kids
Taking what you making then I shake them like some dice
All these suckers hating I'm a have to hit them twice
I'm just trying to double up
Bitches be dumb as f*ck
All I do is talk shit but still they be loving us
All my partners really sick
Triple-M we in the mix
Do it for the kicks got a bag full of tricks
I tell them that I'm David Blaine
Cock it back and let it bang
With that K make it rain something like a hurricane
Too tight cuz blood I be with the shit tho
Try to catch me slipping I be staying on my tip toe
I'm a get it popping mother f*ckers better get low
Gassing on the beat coming with that sick flow
It's Northern Cali I'm repping for the whole bay
If I catch you snitching knocking off you toupee
I'm a slide quick
I'm talking today
You got to take a risk or you'll never get a thing
It's the way I was raised it's that (Antioch) life
California sun rays got me in the spot light
I'm a shine like some brights I don't rock ice
Put it off to the side and let the stock rise
What you tell a chick with two black eyes
Nothing already told her twice
Oh no now he's going killer hoe
But they don't know this is how we really roll
Money mack in murder I be mobbing with the squad
You be flirting with that danger we be robbing for a job
Keep one in the chamber I be crazy in the head
No stranger to this banger keep it lightly where you tread
Will he pull the trigger absolutely positive
But I'd rather get my loot stack my chips and clock a grip
I be smoking blunts I ain't f*cking with them cigs
You don't really want the funk better miss me with that shit
See me rocking clean clothes sipping on that king co
Feeling like the man
Boom bota bing hoe
I be punching numbers and I ain't talking bingo
Amigos saying there's that loco gringo
You can try to knock me but I gets my respect
And if you want to chunk them then your chin getting checked
It ain't really nothing feeling frog-ish better leap
Don't blame it on my mama I'm a product of the street
All I do is chase the green
Ya'll ain't f*cking with my team
Partner got the gas homie time to pass that kerosene
I been stacking bucks all these marks want to floss
If I catch you on my block I'm a strip you to your socks
Sitting on the dock of the bay finna mack lounge
Try to short me for my pay I'm a put the smack down
Gotta stand tall
Could never back down
Antioch I'm a put it on the map now
And you can ask around
They f*cking with the kid
Word around the town triple-M is with the shit
I ain't even tripping what these haters got to say
What they make in a week I done made in a day
They be hating on a player cuz I stay so P-Z
Putting on a front but they really want to be me
I'm finna take off tell me where the keys be
It's really tough but I make it look so easy
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Writer: Steve Martino
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Performed By: 2TightCuzBlood
Language: English
Length: 3:41
Written by: Steve Martino
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