Lyrics

Khaled, check this out right I know we global now, world wide 305 But I see that they are trying to bring down the movement I'm telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me One time, new Diaz (That's right) Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're back won't last with checks you can't cash Keep disrespectin', in the everglades they'll find ya I'm not from San Fransisco, but the chopper of forty-ninya I grew up listenin' to Lou, and, and, and pumpin' Trick Them boys done open doors, so respect is owed I got love for Rick, and congrats you made it I was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies I seen them trying to bring you down But fuck that dog you one of the greatest Khaled mix 96er, but even back then though you had haters I remember the Temple at Oynx, I was too drunk to get in I was still outsider selling Chronic you know getting' it in I remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash One time TS, two times Fat Joe I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti All running with zozs, Banana Azuri, soft drop top that's fo sho Flo Rida, Groundhogs always show love before Dammit been paying dues, now its my time to blow Even when 50 come through, he don't roll no less than 50 zozs Cause they will push your shit back, way back to trues and vows My dog Noseshaker, come through the block on something clean Sounding like an earthquake, he is what these dope boys dream Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck That's them Miami boys don't get it mixed up Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street Low key and stay quiet, that's how these Chico's in Miami eat I love it when these boys come from out of town And thinking Miami's sweet All of them down looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeet That's when they run up in they hotel room and give them a Miami treat When the choppers start a raining, its hard to stop a Miami leak That's what they get for thinking Miami's just Miami Beach Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't talk about it, be about it, hey) You're backs won't last with checks you cant cash Hah, you know how this ain't a neighborhood right? Don't let your mouth write a check your ass can't cash, ha, ha, ha If the moneys on the wood, it's all good But if the moneys out of sight it going to be a fight And the last thing you want is a fight with the 305, ha, ha, ha
Writer(s): Juan Carolos Casely, Khaled Khaled, Armando Christian Perez, Hugo Diaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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