510, 213 歌词
| 歌曲 | 510, 213 |
| 歌手 | YoungStar |
| 专辑 | The Black Bossalini (aka Dr. Bomb from Da Bay) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Calhoun, Green, Himes, Mosley ... | |
| Hook: 5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a | |
| G? Spice 1 | |
| Intro: Ha ha ha. | |
| To thug or not to thug? | |
| To G or not to | |
| G? See that's the question. | |
| Everytime | |
| I hit L.A. | |
| I get love you know cause | |
| I'm from the | |
| Bay. Dub C, | |
| Big Syke you know | |
| Spice 1. Feel me. | |
| Spice 1: Count the dollars on the | |
| Lexy don't waste your time | |
| Let it shine let it shine let it shine | |
| Mizzolas and 850 flossin' | |
| I'm tossin' | |
| Doobies up out the window smokin' often coughin' | |
| Chokin' hard up off the indo smoke | |
| My mens with extra clips | |
| Hennessy Lemon squeeze begin to dip on me | |
| The G with the strap up on my side | |
| Keepin' these haters apon they toes cause they know | |
| I'm ready to ride | |
| Hide but you can't get away | |
| This is your dead homie you should of put your tool away | |
| But you still pull it on me, see | |
| I ain't trippin' | |
| I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me | |
| Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me | |
| Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost | |
| Kill 'em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob boss | |
| Mobster ballin' out the hooptie | |
| Who could it be? | |
| S.P.I.C.E. | |
| Hook Big Syke: | |
| Sound like baller | |
| I'm caught up in troubled times | |
| Destiny knows help me free my mind | |
| What can I do but stay true and be a man | |
| I'm just doin' what | |
| I can Migrate to | |
| Oakland lay low with my dog | |
| Spice Hang out with killers and dodge device | |
| Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two (was it two?) | |
| I wouldn't of done it if | |
| I didn't have to | |
| In the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin' | |
| Thought I was over peerkin' searchin' for a home | |
| I feel alone | |
| On these cold streets, sleepin' on couches with no sheets | |
| God guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despiration | |
| I'm facin' more time then | |
| I really got to give | |
| Damn I wanna live in 2-1-3 | |
| Hook WC: It's the | |
| Dub S.C. on | |
| G parolee | |
| And although deez steadily grinding for cheese | |
| Trunk fulla keys on my way | |
| O.T. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3 | |
| I puts it down bendin' the corner with my all blue | |
| Chevy My mind on gettin' the fetti, my heater cocked back and ready | |
| With G's crime related, affilated eyes faded | |
| Big bodies paper plated stayin' shaded for federated | |
| My crews full of nothin' but riders high off the | |
| Remy Chuck | |
| Taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies (uh ha) | |
| Mashin' on the regular hustlin' day and night | |
| Went from chronic to water but now we pushin' the | |
| China white | |
| Much loved by many but now by many hated | |
| Trippin' off the the haters lookin' mad cause we made it | |
| But don't get mad at me because | |
| I executed the game | |
| I got my hustle on loc you can do the same | |
| Hook |
| zuo ci : Calhoun, Green, Himes, Mosley ... | |
| Hook: 510 and 213 is you a baller or a | |
| G? Spice 1 | |
| Intro: Ha ha ha. | |
| To thug or not to thug? | |
| To G or not to | |
| G? See that' s the question. | |
| Everytime | |
| I hit L. A. | |
| I get love you know cause | |
| I' m from the | |
| Bay. Dub C, | |
| Big Syke you know | |
| Spice 1. Feel me. | |
| Spice 1: Count the dollars on the | |
| Lexy don' t waste your time | |
| Let it shine let it shine let it shine | |
| Mizzolas and 850 flossin' | |
| I' m tossin' | |
| Doobies up out the window smokin' often coughin' | |
| Chokin' hard up off the indo smoke | |
| My mens with extra clips | |
| Hennessy Lemon squeeze begin to dip on me | |
| The G with the strap up on my side | |
| Keepin' these haters apon they toes cause they know | |
| I' m ready to ride | |
| Hide but you can' t get away | |
| This is your dead homie you should of put your tool away | |
| But you still pull it on me, see | |
| I ain' t trippin' | |
| I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me | |
| Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me | |
| Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost | |
| Kill ' em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob boss | |
| Mobster ballin' out the hooptie | |
| Who could it be? | |
| S. P. I. C. E. | |
| Hook Big Syke: | |
| Sound like baller | |
| I' m caught up in troubled times | |
| Destiny knows help me free my mind | |
| What can I do but stay true and be a man | |
| I' m just doin' what | |
| I can Migrate to | |
| Oakland lay low with my dog | |
| Spice Hang out with killers and dodge device | |
| Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two was it two? | |
| I wouldn' t of done it if | |
| I didn' t have to | |
| In the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin' | |
| Thought I was over peerkin' searchin' for a home | |
| I feel alone | |
| On these cold streets, sleepin' on couches with no sheets | |
| God guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despiration | |
| I' m facin' more time then | |
| I really got to give | |
| Damn I wanna live in 213 | |
| Hook WC: It' s the | |
| Dub S. C. on | |
| G parolee | |
| And although deez steadily grinding for cheese | |
| Trunk fulla keys on my way | |
| O. T. from 510 to the 213 | |
| I puts it down bendin' the corner with my all blue | |
| Chevy My mind on gettin' the fetti, my heater cocked back and ready | |
| With G' s crime related, affilated eyes faded | |
| Big bodies paper plated stayin' shaded for federated | |
| My crews full of nothin' but riders high off the | |
| Remy Chuck | |
| Taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies uh ha | |
| Mashin' on the regular hustlin' day and night | |
| Went from chronic to water but now we pushin' the | |
| China white | |
| Much loved by many but now by many hated | |
| Trippin' off the the haters lookin' mad cause we made it | |
| But don' t get mad at me because | |
| I executed the game | |
| I got my hustle on loc you can do the same | |
| Hook |
| zuò cí : Calhoun, Green, Himes, Mosley ... | |
| Hook: 510 and 213 is you a baller or a | |
| G? Spice 1 | |
| Intro: Ha ha ha. | |
| To thug or not to thug? | |
| To G or not to | |
| G? See that' s the question. | |
| Everytime | |
| I hit L. A. | |
| I get love you know cause | |
| I' m from the | |
| Bay. Dub C, | |
| Big Syke you know | |
| Spice 1. Feel me. | |
| Spice 1: Count the dollars on the | |
| Lexy don' t waste your time | |
| Let it shine let it shine let it shine | |
| Mizzolas and 850 flossin' | |
| I' m tossin' | |
| Doobies up out the window smokin' often coughin' | |
| Chokin' hard up off the indo smoke | |
| My mens with extra clips | |
| Hennessy Lemon squeeze begin to dip on me | |
| The G with the strap up on my side | |
| Keepin' these haters apon they toes cause they know | |
| I' m ready to ride | |
| Hide but you can' t get away | |
| This is your dead homie you should of put your tool away | |
| But you still pull it on me, see | |
| I ain' t trippin' | |
| I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me | |
| Love me enough to hurt for me and do some work for me | |
| Black roses is sent to the families with all the lives lost | |
| Kill ' em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob boss | |
| Mobster ballin' out the hooptie | |
| Who could it be? | |
| S. P. I. C. E. | |
| Hook Big Syke: | |
| Sound like baller | |
| I' m caught up in troubled times | |
| Destiny knows help me free my mind | |
| What can I do but stay true and be a man | |
| I' m just doin' what | |
| I can Migrate to | |
| Oakland lay low with my dog | |
| Spice Hang out with killers and dodge device | |
| Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two was it two? | |
| I wouldn' t of done it if | |
| I didn' t have to | |
| In the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin' | |
| Thought I was over peerkin' searchin' for a home | |
| I feel alone | |
| On these cold streets, sleepin' on couches with no sheets | |
| God guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despiration | |
| I' m facin' more time then | |
| I really got to give | |
| Damn I wanna live in 213 | |
| Hook WC: It' s the | |
| Dub S. C. on | |
| G parolee | |
| And although deez steadily grinding for cheese | |
| Trunk fulla keys on my way | |
| O. T. from 510 to the 213 | |
| I puts it down bendin' the corner with my all blue | |
| Chevy My mind on gettin' the fetti, my heater cocked back and ready | |
| With G' s crime related, affilated eyes faded | |
| Big bodies paper plated stayin' shaded for federated | |
| My crews full of nothin' but riders high off the | |
| Remy Chuck | |
| Taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies uh ha | |
| Mashin' on the regular hustlin' day and night | |
| Went from chronic to water but now we pushin' the | |
| China white | |
| Much loved by many but now by many hated | |
| Trippin' off the the haters lookin' mad cause we made it | |
| But don' t get mad at me because | |
| I executed the game | |
| I got my hustle on loc you can do the same | |
| Hook |
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