B-Boy Stance |
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B-Boy Stance Lyrics |
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 [Swizz Beats]Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance (Yeah) My Hoodie On wit` my gun in my pants (Yeah) [Cassidy] Yeah Yeah Okay Yeah I`m ready to get my drink on, on this joint..Let`s go [Hook x2 - Swizz Beats] Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance My hoodie on wit` my gun in my pants I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death [Verse 1 - Cassidy] I`m...fresh to death, dressed to impress Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill I`m the best for real, I was blessed with skills The FS in my necklace still I`m a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real Tryna build my success got me stressed for real I`ma gain my respect cause I`m extra real And I`m extra fly, you just extra high If it wasn`t for them drugs, you`d be extra shy Knowin` if I throw them slugs you gon` testify F` the extra shit, get an extra clip I get some extra lip, just expect to die I...put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head Clappin` tha pound, he ain`t pattin` me down And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now..Im just.. [Hook x2 - Swizz Beats] Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance My Hoodie on wit` my gun in my pants I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death [Verse 2 - Cassidy] Yooo...I get it poppin` on the block like a B-Boy If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy See boy tryna fuck around with me boy Your wrist like fuckin` a bitch with no C boy I`m a G boy, get smoked by the P boy Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy Me boy, I`m bout to take the industry over Like for war we was meant to be soldiers I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot But all that pretendin` gon` eventually stop And the slugs gonna eventually pop Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary ock VIP lookin` like a penetentary block..when I`m.. [Hook x2 - Swizz Beats] Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance My hoodie on wit` my gun in my pants I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death [Verse 3 - Cassidy] Okayy.. I`m fresh to death like a million bucks My Benz got big rims and my ceilin` lift up Dependin` on how I`m feelin` might be wheelin` the truck Either way the chicks still on my nuts You know what Im sayin`, I ain`t playin` with them niggas that be feelin` they tough I ain`t a killa but you still will get touched I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the truck And my lil man feelin` the dutch while I chill in the cut On my lean, chicks feelin` my stance Chinese print on the jeans, chicks feelin` my pants And I got the steel in my pants, don`t grind on me I can`t dance I got the nine on me The.. hecklor and koch mami fresh from the box mami Got your punani wet cause I`m fresh to the socks mami Fresh from the block mami, so I`m makin` it fun See life a bitch but I`m makin` her cum and I`m [Hook x2 - Swizz Beats] Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance My hoodie on wit` my gun in my pants I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death |
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