Tien N Yamcha lyrics

[Sada Baby]
Rockin', Rockin', Rockin', Rockin'
Oh it's the east-side ain't it?

Well its the east-side
6-foot n*gga with the deep pockets
Deposit all these n*ggas money
Never re-rock it
Never detox it
I'm on Actavis
Keep watching, Skuba Steve tryna get a buss-down Jubilee
223s knock his nails loose if he screw with me
Left that f*ck-ass n*gga alone, I was through with him
Same thing goes for them hoes that was using me
I'm talking about you pussies on my songs cuz the world need to know that
I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas and you girls neither
I just need one heater
Pull it on a c*m-eater
Up it on a lane f*ck n*gga who ain't from here
Riding through your hood with your b*tch like I'm from there

[Helluva]
I don't complain when n*ggas owe sh*t
Got a couple youngins' on deck ready to soak sh*t
It's cut throat sh*t, family will cut your throat with
The same razor blade they use to cut your dope with
[Sada Baby]
And I smack yo b*tch with the same hand that I smoke with
Hit you with a bullet same size as a goldfish
I'm on tip with no tips
Shoot a whole clip for about four bricks
Some sh*t [?] broke quick
I don't hold sh*t but notice
I'm gon' get them hoe n*ggas
I'm focused on gorilla
Walk in I'm gon' kill him
I'm a boss man
Handle all business
Tall bands I'm a small n*gga
Trap spot got the dog in it
Chopsticks and some dogs with em'
On my momma I ain't never call n*ggas
And when I did call n*ggas they ain't do sh*t
n*ggas all talk what the f*ck I'm gon' do with a conversation
n*ggas plotting hating tryna shoot sh*t
My Jamaican in here contemplating on some new sh*t
Got me waiting but I'm kinda patient cuz I need them
Rasta rocket choppers leave them pus*y boy bleeding
Motherf*ckers always call my phone for no reason
Where was you when I ain't even know how I was eating

[Helluva]
Make a bad b*tch use her knees before I f*ck her
Pass that b*tch to Skuba Steve then I duck her
My neck minus 2 degrees I'm a hustler
My n*ggas will burn you for the cheese like usher
[Sada Baby]
Young n*gga hit yo momma cuz she got a thumper
Hollow hit your body, chest, moving like you covered
Dumb b*tch talking sh*t my lil n*ggas jump her
Like with supper its lil butter keep a roll keep a cutter
Got that thunder, it's no wonder, got them hoes wanna f*ck me on the road to Kentucky
Suck that low, in her undies
Got that pole right up under me
Got my goals right in front of me
Take yo soul if you touch me, that's fasho
I'm one hundo, I'm no one [?]
Got a drum on every gun tho I ain't have to blow no gummo
n*ggas know I got that good smoke
Bought a new Yacht Master 'Boy what it hit for'
6'2" b*tch with the Glock make me 6'4"
My b*tch was being petty so I got to hit his hoe
She ain't wanna let me take my chain in the disco
Whole Kid pink Hutch rose gold [?]
Made 100 bands and I still got my Timbs on