Lyrics

There's work on the phone Tell my mama that I might not make it home Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers I said there's work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I might not make it home Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers If that's your real nigga, he gon' slide for you If that's your real nigga, he gon' die for you You ain't gotta question when it's brackin' Just point me in the direction when it's action Day ones in the sandbox From breaking through the padlocks To burners in the stashbox Your whole hood - mascots My whole hood - mad Watts That's gang, gang, gang We politic, on missions Don't hang, hang, hang We got bad bitches, too huh And they blast bitches, too huh And they shoot the fat one, too huh We can take it there, too huh Niggas win some and lose some Just went half on the new drum Summer time is overdue huh Double back when the news come There's work on the phone Tell my mama that I may not make it home Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers I said there's work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I may not make it home Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers Back door, back though Eastside we go back door What you wanna act for You get what you ask for Ballin in the game now Eastside we go back door Nothing is the same now Motherfuckin' task force Came up and I went back Changed up, never did that If it's take off, yeah I did that Blew a half a mil, yeah I did that On a play girl, is you with that? Ten toes on the pavement Sell your soul and the days end Shacked up like a cavemen Troopers all day Secure the bag We plant the flags So what we on next? What we on next? Rock bottom, from the NG's Hand guns on tenth speed R.I.P. to my dead homies Loyalty is all we need, yeah There's work on the phone Tell my mama that I might not make it home Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers I said there's work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I might not make it home Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers
Writer(s): Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Brock Korsan, Johnny Mckinzie, Ronald Latour Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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