GOODFELLAS / SLANGING ROCKS lyrics

[Intro]

[Chorus: Buckshot]
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed
Ridin', ridin, steamer, got a bag, now I'm flat, chiefin' out
Born to lose, took it from the fool, then I bailed
Ridin', ridin, steamer, got a bag, now I'm flat, chiefin'—

[Verse 1: Buckshot, DJ Zirk, Primo]
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n*gga Buckshot
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n*gga Buckshot
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n*gga Buckshot
Everybody's at the way to lose, what's my n*ggas fate?
n*gga been gettin' they f*ckin' blast on since the year of '88
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n*gga Buckshot
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n*gga Buckshot
Once again, on your block, slangin' rocks, non-stop
Chiefin' blunts in the car, It's that n*gga Buckshot
Everybody's at thе way to lose, what's my n*ggas fate?
n*gga been gettin' thеy f*ckin' blast on since the year of '88
[Bridge:]

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone & Project Pat]
But eyes wide open
And I'm scopin' while I'm tokin' this potent sh*t we rollin'
Tokin' like that Cali green, or that Miami weed
Prefer my trees no stem, no seeds
Or that Miami weed
Prefer my trees no stem, no see—
(Pat-ah, eww)

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
I keep it two hundred like a pass and go
See, this Dope Era bigger than a fashion show
Snortin' powder, nose runnin', he ain't have a cold
Access denied 'cause he ain't had the code
Old money and he died, he ain't have the dough
Young n*gga like, "Man, what you smashin' on?"
Old n*gga like, "Damn, who you flashin' on?"
Old versus young and they clashin', bro
Laughin', though, daddy asked me to pass the rope
Bread I'm stayin' after, bro
Life and death, but what's after, bro?
Readin' this, unimaginable, in fact I'm on the go, no Manigault
n*gga like, "Damn, who you flashin' on?"
Old verse young and they clashin', bro
[Verse 4: Project Pat]
We done sold a bag to his partner, now he lookin' hot
Raisin' up a pistol, dawg and n*gga started blastin'
I returned the favor, you know, me no questions askin'
Donuts in the lot, the n*ggas pulled off, we got blocked in
I hopped out the car, seen the police and threw the Glock in
To the garbage can, they didn't see me but they caught a n*gga with them three bags, Gangsta fred with his steel—
Ninety days at the Penna farm (That ain't sh*t)

[Outro]