LMG Eazy Mandela - Yogi's Son Lyrics

Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up
I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up
Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up
I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up

Look
I Stay solid don't kick it wit nobody
I don't know karate
From Da South where they call Charlie Chaalie
You so uninvited
Independent my bread like attention
It's so undivided
Co-defendant gon get you convicted
Everyone indicted
Stay friends or cross the line she still undecided
They say it can't be done and I'm the one to try it
I'm so LMG
Decade for my felony
I hopped out on these hoes she tap her homegirl
Who the hell is He
I'm Yogi's Son
The youngest not the oldest but the coldest
Everybody know I got it like a golden gun
I blow dat petroleum 93 gas
And my check got colors like some '93 Air Max
Grew up wit my Brodies 4 deep on a air mattress
We don't f*ck wit police and don't run from scare tactics
Bro jus got the pack and made it do a pair of backflips
Vacuum seal got us flyer than a Pterodactyl
You
Stop tryna figure out why these hoes do what they do
Don't care bout bullshit
Care about what care bout u
We only f*ck wit facts nigga where yo proof
Nigga where yo proof

Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up
I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up
Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up
I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up
Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up
I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up
Styrofoam red cup shot glass pour up
I jus stick my hand off in this gas bag and roll up

I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city
Count 100 thousand all blues I'm Nipsey
I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city
If I get shot hope I bounce back like 50
I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city
Count 100 thousand all blues I'm Nipsey
I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city
If I get shot hope I bounce back like 50

I make this shit look easy I was born to do it yeah
Apologies to all my people I been goin thru it yeah
Don't show yo ass off in my grass bitch I been mowing thru it yeah
Mama passed I can't believe dat I been mourning for 2 years
Here we go again
Take the pain hold it in
Used to break them Swishers down
E&J and bowling pins
Now its Dusse wit the golden cross
Henny wit the golden top
Might chase it wit a pound of pussy
Since you in here showing off
These niggas cornball I tried 2 warn y'all
Give you a hand nigga jus to chop ya arm off
They say you reap what you sow I'm back to business
No more f*ckin up my Farm y'all
Sparring wit these rookies I been f*ckin up my form y'all
Deno get the footage f*ck it lets perform dawg
I ain't here to charm y'all to harm y'all
I jus wanna roll my window up
Nod my head and honk the horn dawg
For real

I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city
Count 100 thousand all blues I'm Nipsey
I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city
If I get shot hope I bounce back like 50
I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city
Count 100 thousand all blues I'm Nipsey
I jus wanna smoke a blunt and ride thru the city
If I get shot hope I bounce back like 50

And Loyalty is all it take to keep the crew together forever