J-hood Lyrics - 17 Shots lyrics

17 Shots lyrics (Lyrics)

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What chu got for em hood?
Its about time u passed that mother fuckin blunt nigga
Im tryin to get high too... haha... yea... uh
U got style on niggas on this one man
Get your stunna shades on
Roll your window like half way down
Make sure u dont roll it all the way down tho u gotta make it half way
Uh

7 and 3-4-50 yankee on my door my window half way down speedin talkin on the phone
Big booty hoes fast cars big stacks big diamonds big cribs bandanas and big gats
Im just tryin stacks some mems Im to fly to be a bum if I don make it in this rap game Im gon be on the run because Im robbin rappers quick dont come around here with your jewels if we have some type of disagreement then we aint cool
Well come back to the uh bitches love the way I stunt and this blocks on brink link watch n rollin up a blunt (so icyy)
I let off 17 shots and leave your lungs up in your neck
Im just tryin to chase the green I aint tryin to catch your case but I buy u fast disappear quick without a trace
Tvs up in the benz seat back getting right why you lookin at me in hoop-dee ice grill is that your type...
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But if it don lean my outfit clean 24s on the G follow why Im real clean pocket full of pennies blow the kush out my mouth d-block homie G let me show u what we bout [x2]

My outfit clean, my frames so fresh am I the flyist gangsta the more mirror (oh yes)
Dont call me j-peshy other people call me izzle two king magazine models with me up in the middle too slick to be a trick I aint gotta spend G if it was me and you and two bitches theyll pick me
No hate real talk Im just here to let chu know I got broads getting low I thought chu heard go slow
All I do is burn purp? Crip? weezle? on the shop I see the same old videos on 106 & park
Need somebody new and Im comin for the spot its the baby face gangsta j-hood, d-block .
You could throw your stacks up let em kn ow where your from but dont fuck with niggas less u got a hardcore gun Im juss sippin on patrone getin blown on the low knockin rubber bad banks from my nigga young dro

But if it don lean my outfit clean 24s on the G follow why Im real clean pocket full of pennies blow the kush out my mouth d-block homie G let me show u what we bout [x2]