News or Something lyrics

[Intro]
You know how we be rocking, ya heard

[Verse 1]
Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley
Work the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties
Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy
Gotta throw some salt on it, 'cause you know I'm getting at it
Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic
Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas
Hope you didn't do it to yourself, that's tragic
Hope you didn't throw away what we established
Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family
The way a n*gga look 'round here, they'll back stab you
Word from your motherf*ckin' brother, young n*gga
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy
Comin' through the cut, like a known Grim Reaper
'Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper
Hold on to that clip, like a doped up needle
Girl hang on that strip with a four Desert Eagle

[Chorus]
Known to put a bad little b*tch in some red bottoms
Ayy, where ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em
I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side
Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday
Tell them young n*ggas grind 'fore you gon' knock someone down, if they gon' shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this sh*t on the news or somethin'
We better hear 'bout this sh*t on the news or somethin'
Man down over yonder, young came through holdin' on the cane like a drummer
They done took a boss out, n*gga, no wonder
n*ggas gettin' crossed out, n*gga, no wonder
Hoes gettin' X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothin'
True to these clips, n*ggas won't say nothin'
n*ggas true to these clips, n*ggas won't say nothin'
[Verse 2]
Had the Parkay jumpin' out the Pyrex
High definition glass on my pinky finger
n*ggas swimmin' in the water, no paddle
n*ggas trying to walk in my shadow
The bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rebel
Told the young n*gga, "Freebandz, Roc-A-Fella"
Told a young n*gga, "Freebandz, Roc-A-Fella"
You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella
We work the Front Street, where Mama said, "Don't go," we went there
Trap house embalmed with that crack, then we went there
Shawty don't f*ck with these folks, these n*ggas be tellin' these days, be tellin' these days

[Chorus]
Known to put a bad little b*tch in some red bottoms
Ayy, where ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em
I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side
Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday
Tell them young n*ggas grind 'fore you gon' knock someone down, if they gon' shoot, then shoot something
We better hear 'bout this sh*t on the news or somethin'
We better hear 'bout this sh*t on the news or somethin'
Man down over yonder, young came through holdin' on the cane like a drummer
They done took a boss out, n*gga, no wonder
n*ggas gettin' crossed out, n*gga, no wonder
Hoes gettin' X'd out and we on ganja
The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothin'
True to these clips, n*ggas won't say nothin'
n*ggas true to these clips, n*ggas won't say nothin'
[Outro]
n*ggas true to these clips, n*ggas won't say nothin'
Known to put a bad little b*tch in some red bottoms
Ayy, where ya mans at? Heard that the feds got 'em
I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side
Gold Rolex, better check your peripheral
It's a full moon in the middle of the day
Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier
Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade
Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday