SCHPARK (x2)
Cold Killaz, Gorillas
We get skrilla
Cold Killaz, Gorillas
Run these streets
Run these streets
Cold killaz, Gold dealers
Run these streets
Run these streets
Dope Dealers, Dope Dealers
We run these streets
Run these streets
We Smokin' weed I'm sippin' syrup
Smokin' weed we sippin' syrup
SWOUP
What kind of soup is it you makin' dog?
We never gave a fuck about these kkatz when we be ridin'
Smoking on this kush and I be high
Got the devil on my back an' my mofuckin' shotty by my side
All my killaz n Platoon gone rise
We control the city,like sim city
Turn a old town into a sin city
Fuck a old boy, we been gritty
We clock em ops, Killa Kel wit me
My pistola smokin' n my blunt is
Throw up sets till my fingers ain't function
Fuck a bitch, if she ain't cooking lunch yet
Have the DA tryin' fuck up my junctions, like
I'ma put it like this right, finger deal me, look
I'm a young Snoop Dogg, leanin' heavy in the crew mo'fuckka what you got, mo'fukka what u say
I'm a young, SWOUP
Heavy in the crew, rollin' with my mo'fukkin' gang, platoon, Mo'fukka won't u die
Now I'm in the hood homey
You know I'm strapped
Build a "Big L"
As I bump "L" tracks
Livin' in a jail cell
Shout out to ?FLakk?
We gone hold you down
Till your skinny ass get back
Killa now it's on cuz my fam know who snitched
We gone get his moms, lil' daughter and his bitch
Sneak all yo clothes now we rockin' yo shit
Swag on 5 trill so we make it more sick
It's that horse shit we droppin'
We "Hedj" fam man, need more coffins
Bring that Hitchcock often
I was born alone, homey I'm a die mofuckin' mobbin'
I solemnly swear
I pledge allegiance to this fukkin' movement
Get yo mofukkin' money right
Paper Platoon, Spark Master Tape
Paper Platoon, woo
I said its Paper Platoon, Spark Master Tape
Uhh, uhh, uhh
It's Paper
Platoon we get this
Money, my brother
I do hope
That you're in heaven
Smilin' down on our mother
I'm a walk, I'm a march
I'm a bleed, I'm a spark
I'm a
Trap until I die
I'm a
Rap until I die
Forgive me god
For I have sinned
Got murder on my hand
With a burner in a van
What the hell this man gone tell my kids
God knows. Spark got
Problems and my heart shot
You catch me out the crib
I'll be dodgin' through ??dark spots??
Cold Killaz, Gorillas
We get skrilla
Cold Killaz, Gorillas
Run these streets
Run these streets
Cold killaz, Gold dealers
Run these streets
Run these streets
Dope Dealers, Dope Dealers
We run these streets
Run these streets
We Smokin' weed I'm sippin' syrup
Smokin' weed we sippin' syrup
SWOUP
What kind of soup is it you makin' dog?
We never gave a fuck about these kkatz when we be ridin'
Smoking on this kush and I be high
Got the devil on my back an' my mofuckin' shotty by my side
All my killaz n Platoon gone rise
We control the city,like sim city
Turn a old town into a sin city
Fuck a old boy, we been gritty
We clock em ops, Killa Kel wit me
My pistola smokin' n my blunt is
Throw up sets till my fingers ain't function
Fuck a bitch, if she ain't cooking lunch yet
Have the DA tryin' fuck up my junctions, like
I'ma put it like this right, finger deal me, look
I'm a young Snoop Dogg, leanin' heavy in the crew mo'fuckka what you got, mo'fukka what u say
I'm a young, SWOUP
Heavy in the crew, rollin' with my mo'fukkin' gang, platoon, Mo'fukka won't u die
Now I'm in the hood homey
You know I'm strapped
Build a "Big L"
As I bump "L" tracks
Livin' in a jail cell
Shout out to ?FLakk?
We gone hold you down
Till your skinny ass get back
Killa now it's on cuz my fam know who snitched
We gone get his moms, lil' daughter and his bitch
Sneak all yo clothes now we rockin' yo shit
Swag on 5 trill so we make it more sick
It's that horse shit we droppin'
We "Hedj" fam man, need more coffins
Bring that Hitchcock often
I was born alone, homey I'm a die mofuckin' mobbin'
I solemnly swear
I pledge allegiance to this fukkin' movement
Get yo mofukkin' money right
Paper Platoon, Spark Master Tape
Paper Platoon, woo
I said its Paper Platoon, Spark Master Tape
Uhh, uhh, uhh
It's Paper
Platoon we get this
Money, my brother
I do hope
That you're in heaven
Smilin' down on our mother
I'm a walk, I'm a march
I'm a bleed, I'm a spark
I'm a
Trap until I die
I'm a
Rap until I die
Forgive me god
For I have sinned
Got murder on my hand
With a burner in a van
What the hell this man gone tell my kids
God knows. Spark got
Problems and my heart shot
You catch me out the crib
I'll be dodgin' through ??dark spots??
( Spark Master Tape )
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