Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
I gotta do it big
Cause I aint messin w the drama
Livinn off the trauma
Kno I get it from my momma
I was raised on that block where They steady shootin lamas
Hella years of practice
Now they sayin I got talent
Shoot my shot like ray allen
Thas a beast with the craft
Put my city onna map
Put my city on my back
Immortalized thru words
I'm the poet Larry Byrd
I know im the last but I bet I'll be the First
To say I body bag you suckas
All I need me is a verse
End up in a hearse now you say I'm Not Ill
Im revived
Im alive
Im the kid
Lemme thrive
Grew up off them honey buns
Munchin on nem chips
Call it fun runs cause it's get it how You live
God forbid we took the top off the Lid
Now we poppin off the charts
N we scream "OAKLAND"
O-a-k-A-l-a-n-d
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Its boss up or be bossed around
Tryna ride ot round town wit a Crown
Never put a hand down
Apply pressure year round
It was me n my cousins
All we did was rumble
All we knew was the cookie that Didn't crumble when you put it Under pressure
Now all I kno is hussle
I won't fold under pressure
16 but my stress keep me guessing
Chasin dead presidents
I need that
Rich residence
Paper on my mind
N my mind onna paper cant you see
From the land of the scrapers
Where you watch for them haters
Cause anybody round you plotting
Why they waitin for yo shit to flock
You tell em that it's soon to drop
I never had writers block everything I spit I live it
Everything I dream is vivid
I can see the promise land it aint far from where we livin
They labeled us plagues
From the land of the homicide said Life is 2 vague
Said age 9
Liddle bruh won't get past high
Stick to them fights or go tote yo second right
I guess that imma killa
It's my natural instinct
My illa onna court we been dodgin Precincts
We been troopin since the sandbox
Fightin from the jump
Fornicatin on these beats you could Call me J.dilla
Writin since the jump now I'm Waitin on that thriller
Told you im the man
You just gotta ask around
Time on my craft call it year round
My label be the realest ask Snoop Dogg clouds
Grew up off them honey buns
Munchin on nem chips
Call it fun runs cause it's get it how You live
God forbid we took the top off the Lid
Now we poppin off the charts
N we scream "OAKLAND"
O-a-k-A-l-a-n-d
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
ZOU - Do It Big Lyrics
ZOU - Do It Big Lyrics
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Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
I gotta do it big
Cause I aint messin w the drama
Livinn off the trauma
Kno I get it from my momma
I was raised on that block where They steady shootin lamas
Hella years of practice
Now they sayin I got talent
Shoot my shot like ray allen
Thas a beast with the craft
Put my city onna map
Put my city on my back
Immortalized thru words
I'm the poet Larry Byrd
I know im the last but I bet I'll be the First
To say I body bag you suckas
All I need me is a verse
End up in a hearse now you say I'm Not Ill
Im revived
Im alive
Im the kid
Lemme thrive
Grew up off them honey buns
Munchin on nem chips
Call it fun runs cause it's get it how You live
God forbid we took the top off the Lid
Now we poppin off the charts
N we scream "OAKLAND"
O-a-k-A-l-a-n-d
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Its boss up or be bossed around
Tryna ride ot round town wit a Crown
Never put a hand down
Apply pressure year round
It was me n my cousins
All we did was rumble
All we knew was the cookie that Didn't crumble when you put it Under pressure
Now all I kno is hussle
I won't fold under pressure
16 but my stress keep me guessing
Chasin dead presidents
I need that
Rich residence
Paper on my mind
N my mind onna paper cant you see
From the land of the scrapers
Where you watch for them haters
Cause anybody round you plotting
Why they waitin for yo shit to flock
You tell em that it's soon to drop
I never had writers block everything I spit I live it
Everything I dream is vivid
I can see the promise land it aint far from where we livin
They labeled us plagues
From the land of the homicide said Life is 2 vague
Said age 9
Liddle bruh won't get past high
Stick to them fights or go tote yo second right
I guess that imma killa
It's my natural instinct
My illa onna court we been dodgin Precincts
We been troopin since the sandbox
Fightin from the jump
Fornicatin on these beats you could Call me J.dilla
Writin since the jump now I'm Waitin on that thriller
Told you im the man
You just gotta ask around
Time on my craft call it year round
My label be the realest ask Snoop Dogg clouds
Grew up off them honey buns
Munchin on nem chips
Call it fun runs cause it's get it how You live
God forbid we took the top off the Lid
Now we poppin off the charts
N we scream "OAKLAND"
O-a-k-A-l-a-n-d
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
I gotta do it big
Cause I aint messin w the drama
Livinn off the trauma
Kno I get it from my momma
I was raised on that block where They steady shootin lamas
Hella years of practice
Now they sayin I got talent
Shoot my shot like ray allen
Thas a beast with the craft
Put my city onna map
Put my city on my back
Immortalized thru words
I'm the poet Larry Byrd
I know im the last but I bet I'll be the First
To say I body bag you suckas
All I need me is a verse
End up in a hearse now you say I'm Not Ill
Im revived
Im alive
Im the kid
Lemme thrive
Grew up off them honey buns
Munchin on nem chips
Call it fun runs cause it's get it how You live
God forbid we took the top off the Lid
Now we poppin off the charts
N we scream "OAKLAND"
O-a-k-A-l-a-n-d
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta chase the bread
I gotta get the commas
Its boss up or be bossed around
Tryna ride ot round town wit a Crown
Never put a hand down
Apply pressure year round
It was me n my cousins
All we did was rumble
All we knew was the cookie that Didn't crumble when you put it Under pressure
Now all I kno is hussle
I won't fold under pressure
16 but my stress keep me guessing
Chasin dead presidents
I need that
Rich residence
Paper on my mind
N my mind onna paper cant you see
From the land of the scrapers
Where you watch for them haters
Cause anybody round you plotting
Why they waitin for yo shit to flock
You tell em that it's soon to drop
I never had writers block everything I spit I live it
Everything I dream is vivid
I can see the promise land it aint far from where we livin
They labeled us plagues
From the land of the homicide said Life is 2 vague
Said age 9
Liddle bruh won't get past high
Stick to them fights or go tote yo second right
I guess that imma killa
It's my natural instinct
My illa onna court we been dodgin Precincts
We been troopin since the sandbox
Fightin from the jump
Fornicatin on these beats you could Call me J.dilla
Writin since the jump now I'm Waitin on that thriller
Told you im the man
You just gotta ask around
Time on my craft call it year round
My label be the realest ask Snoop Dogg clouds
Grew up off them honey buns
Munchin on nem chips
Call it fun runs cause it's get it how You live
God forbid we took the top off the Lid
Now we poppin off the charts
N we scream "OAKLAND"
O-a-k-A-l-a-n-d
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
Thas on citas
Thas on Mommas
I gotta get chase the commas
I gotta rid the drama
Writer: Zouhair Mussa
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid