Coney Island

歌詞

(feat. Tha B.O.K.) [Ya Hyniss] Stupid thug Like a full blooded Italian cat Ridin' horseback dumpin' wit the old school Smith Sittin' around the table nigga like the mafia type Reminiscing on my past experiences Me and my bitch been through a lot Her name sawed-off When I fuck her bitch I fuck her raw dog Told her from the gate "I don't wear no condoms, and I ain't claimin' no kids" I'm Ya Hyniss bitch A-Wax head representative Only fuck wit assassins And niggaz that pull conspiracies And my cuts D.I.C. [A-Wax] Yo, we Tha Board Live, die by the sword Slid by five deep Rapidly dumpin' heat Had a bucket wit beat Nobody fuckin' wit me B.O.K. savages don't play Push packages all day We ride dog day Get away from the guard Back the fuck up Yo raps is wack And yo baby mama sucked up She wanna suck me up Said so last night Butt naked, posin' wit a glass pipe Dumb bitch, I don't fuck wit knocks I provide to supply the rocks Cooked up, hooked up Representin' Tha Board One love to the founders Thugs, the number's countless Bitches hound us We young rap stars Bout to get booted Pass the gat and I'll shoot it [Conspiracy] Do you feel me pain? Can you feel me pain? I got an umbrella but yet it's pourin' lots of rain It's hard to maintain in this world so cold Fuck school, fuck sports Nigga I'd rather hustle I sell dope, smoke rope Fuck hoes, and spit flows Hit the fiends "I got the A-1 yol" And put these squares Watch your back like a shark Cuz when young diz slide through Nigga I'm puttin' in work I stay mob stylin' like an Italian ridin' the back wit black stallion Wit a chopper who can stop me When I'm off the crackin' Hits like blastin' man was Hitler Bombin' clips like Hitler First night, ay dawg Runnin' suckas from the block for bein' soft A cold Time commend us Known for bein' similar of the silicone [Assassione] Yo, yo, yo When I'm commissioned And Hi-Tec livin' Mafia style wit mob religion Exposed to my contender Through hollow tips like I'm Adolf Hitler Makin' double tracks for A-Wax This an Assassin, Ya Hyniss minus ya Her Turf Finders and no sharers No surroundings blockin' my vision Like they say "Lovin' the feelin'" It's killas niggaz We doin' drive bys And three realist niggaz The trealist niggaz ya feel us Yo nigga, the trealist niggaz ya feel us Yo [Ya Hyniss] Nigga it's Tha Board of Kommission And we don't give a shit When it's time for funk We ready to pop in the fuckin' clip Assassin that be ya [?] Hit this game to get bread Only try stackin' loot 'til the day that I'm dead I got nothin' but cream So let my mind move weed Talk shit Knock you out just like "Suge" Shane Mosley We don't play in tha Burg My boys put you in a hearse 6 feet deep up in the dirt Nobody said any word As everybody know the code Savages that's fo' sho Lil' mist to get doe Up on the block 24 Under my sweater be the 9 Ready to go at all times Who be the best B.O.K. represent it for min