Hittin' The Curb lyrics

by

Outfit


[Hook: Mel]
And we ridin', swerving'
Rims hittin' the curb
And we lightin' purple
Sippin' on the syrup. (x4)

[Verse 1: Mel]

[Hook]

[Verse 2:JayHawk]

Well I'm screaming out bang bang;
n*ggas in the triple d ain't changed
n*ggas in the triple d still rob n*ggas and sell dope to maintain
Yea sh*t a shame
What a n*gga supposed to do?
sh*t still the same
n*gga ain't playin'
sh*t still a game
Make the wrong move n*ggas gone aim
I came home so exited
Then my Little bro got indicted
Had to tell him bro get out the game
n*gga get back to your writing
Start rapping n*gga, stop trapping
Then I looked deep in his eyes
And I don't know if I saw the passion that I saw back in the gap
Then I pull up to my old hood
Homie like what you know good?
You don't even come around no more
What you outta touch? sh*t close to it
sh*t wasn't on purpose
But the last time that I left the D
My n*gga Man had got murdered
And the n*gga squirt was waitin on the verdict

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pearl 100]

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