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Drakeo the Ruler - Stincs Run LA [Official Music Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
LaRon Robinson
LaRon Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
RONRONTHEPRODUCER
Producer

Lyrics

(I get my word from the narco) Talkin' to the thugs if its war Slither with the snakes I got five mops in the jungle Handing out extensions if you want a hunnid I got 9 hundiddies in a bundle Let a nigga miss pay me, we on his bumper Catch you on a camel back, I'ma cross you I ain't knockin' beat 'cause that's nothing Let it burn if it singing like Usher, I got five model bitches that are foreign Free throw easy like a Sunday morning They like Drakeo making money up and touring Keep my name out your mouth 'fore we extort you Guess we gotta pull the plug no remorse And grab those 20 wok pints for me and serve 'em These little emblems on my whip made me important I seen the spirit on my hood, it made me nervous 20 know my opposition when we clubbing I got Nina Ross with me, she's a snorter All she wanna do is blow if you're important Work on the table, anybody need employment? Out the window suit and tie like we in cooperate I think nigga in my comments is the police Make sure if you making threats, you own a blower When we stop playing for keeps don't get emotional Another friendly opp dead, they going through the motions That's for calling every nigga in yo' group yo' family I'm finna put a whole in nigga the size of randy Donuts, I made him feel the bass like Elvis Presley Hard rock, most be smoking on it nigga you dissing Ketchy I'll Bart choke a nigga for this dough like Homer Simpson That little shack you call a home is hardly littered Three opps turn to two and a half men, I'm Charlie Sheen, ugh All the sparks from the K got gunpowder on my mouth I'm Kevin, neat Kevin, don't leave me home alone It's a doggy dog world who feeding me a bone If I got I'ma take it, I'm serious For a week, I made all my opps bleed Had 'em hiding under trees like my sentence done Period, Maeling, ling-ling, so young Kim Lee, bitch the stincs run the city, are you serious? We know the truth We know what's going on Forget all that nice shit, nigga know what going on We know the truth Long live Jameion Davis, free Kellz, free Mellz Free everybody, free Rassy, shit We know the truth
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