Letras
Since I saw you last there's been many a sunset
And every day we're apart seems like a week
Oh, but I knew you belonged to him when we first met
I know that maybe next time I see you we might not be able to speak
Oh, you wan' tell me we good, ho?
Oh, you wan' tell me, "What's good, bro?"
All of a sudden, I 'sold out tha homies,' and now you wan' say that I'm good, though? (Ay, you good, though)
Fuck it though, I'm goin' gung ho
That's G.I. Joe, shot through your torso
Now a spic wanna get it and own it, don't get in my face like you know me, "What's up, yo?" (What's up, yo?)
I come from the 310, lil' bitch
Ion't care 'bout it, man, you ain't swinging shit
If you wan' go, then you pussy about it, you all mad as fuck, you ain't been wit' it
Fuck it though, I'm goin' gung ho
That's G.I. Joe, shot through your torso
Way you sprayin' all over tha street, leave you bleedin', a spic ain't afraid to pull up, yo
Uh, yeah, uh, the shit that I say is extravagant
How the fuck could I lose?
You're inanimate
You're so coked up and shit, you're so out of it
.45 on the dash, I'm intransient
Indigo, in the set, I'll reanimate
Homicide on your bitch, I'ont fabricate
Don't e'en ask what I'll do to extrapolate
Uh, yeah, uh, well, sometimes, to push and pull
Is to fuck up your brain, leave it null
Don't even clear the cache, hope it's full
I don't want a callback, leave it bool
If you know what I did, leave 'em crude
It's all good if you wonder, just allude
Know I did it to better your bitches, go!
Yeah, got the bitches jumpin'
Yeah, got a wad lit, full of hundreds
Blinded by the money, can't see nothin'
Drownin' in the drank, can't say nothin'
Pull up wit the blick, full modifications
Put your homie on a stairway to heaven
Like to fuck with your mind, I'm Eleven
Sit down, homie, I'mma make you listen
Swerving through the lanes, yeah, I'm driving hella dumb, yeah (Yeah, yeah)