Songtexte:
40 Mil P S

choir sing [Game:] It's that black raw, black dawg pullin up on that black home Compton that's my backyard, that's where I used to get them sacks off

it If you crash into a bullet then it ain't no estimate It's a money-back guarantee, my nigga Death's a definite This is audio crack, guess who's cheffing

s, and the skins, set of twins But nothin from me huh But your brain in the fat 3 quick Learn from nothin never amount to shhh P-o p-i-m-p stick Take

asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap, asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P I'm on my grind, grand hustle, got

them up What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck And 2Pac was in jail the day HE RECORDED hit him up I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga

Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P [Verse 1] I'm on my grind, grand hustle

(feat. E-40) [E-40] Hook up and do a song together Ugh ugh, let's hook up and do a song Uh huh, uh huh uh huh Already know, game orienfested Ugh, irrequested

of yourself, open your eyes Get wise, to the M.O.P. (nigga!) Get live, with the M.O.P. (nigga!) Get down, or get pound the fuck out Got the 40 cal' tucked

s not a new twist Been Trugoy since the first get go Here's the daisy Watching it die, see? Native is the new like Balance is the shoe Paul makes a mil