"Latola" lyrics
I'm meetin up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla
Comin straight out the head though
From the brain representin my ghetto
It's a trip how they die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyin, through the 'wood
With my homie Latola in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang coca
20 Gs on my team Villanova
Blow marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops on SPM 'cause I choked her
Copacabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that came with the sampler
Turn up the Clarion with the stelly on
She with me 'cause I am the champion
It's the same old story though
Nigga died 'cause he fucked with the wrong ho
It's the sign of the times man
Buy a sack and thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my dead Gs
Fell short trying to stack up they Benjis
In the midst and the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on the cob
You ain't shit but a job for one of my killer
How many niggas must die by the trigger
I'm a sipper I'm 'a swerver first-degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I don't love you I don't hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the fuck of it
Gangster nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a dick
So this what it came to y'all the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue
But I don't gang-bang I claim no color
She lost her son what if that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue 'lac
And I support foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasn't making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot 'em up and leave 'em laying in some strange positions
3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla
Comin straight out the head though
From the brain representin my ghetto
It's a trip how they die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyin, through the 'wood
With my homie Latola in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang coca
20 Gs on my team Villanova
Blow marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops on SPM 'cause I choked her
Copacabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that came with the sampler
Turn up the Clarion with the stelly on
She with me 'cause I am the champion
It's the same old story though
Nigga died 'cause he fucked with the wrong ho
It's the sign of the times man
Buy a sack and thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my dead Gs
Fell short trying to stack up they Benjis
In the midst and the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on the cob
You ain't shit but a job for one of my killer
How many niggas must die by the trigger
I'm a sipper I'm 'a swerver first-degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I don't love you I don't hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the fuck of it
Gangster nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a dick
So this what it came to y'all the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue
But I don't gang-bang I claim no color
She lost her son what if that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue 'lac
And I support foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasn't making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot 'em up and leave 'em laying in some strange positions
