L.E.$. - Regulate lyrics
rate meAin't fucking with you niggas, playing with you hoes
High in the biz, still standing on my toes
Eyes half closed but they still on the prize
Better stay in your lane, that's the word to the wise
Friends turn foes, when you chasing the dough
Grew up next door, now you facing the floor
With a barrel to your back, asking where is at ?
All cause the candy all up on your Cadillac
They don't wanna see you shine, rather lay your ass dying
Sick of ass niggas, going, emulate your grind
They know what you rhyme, them mimic, straight gimmick
Niggas wanna ...
It's acting like they've been did it
Nigga leave, homie don't follow
Guarantee we make a leave that she don't swallow
...breaking down the trees with a new bottle
Shawty says she 19 and she do model
But she get the cold shoulder, only 21 to older
Let another nigga mold her
Chasing Testa Rosas, Maybachs with the chauffeur
Know my time is getting over, so wanna lay back when it's over
Stand on the grind, stepping in my aunt's ...
Teach him how to stunt, lil boy ...
seconds ain't fly like let's be
Sour niggas get styled on so freshly
Let's meet like a nigga's knees right at you
Allergic to them fuck boys
... I don't smoke bullshit, got them mj's on...
Carolina blue kicks, hottest nigga on the block
Young and in the game, got the hottest bitches on my ...
Murder in the scene, and I promise it will never stop
Looking at my rollie and I gotta cop a better clock, bitch.
