Big Tray Deee

Big Tray Deee - The Hardest songtekst

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I usually take off first and ask questions never
 Because the west is where the eastside rides forever
 Clever as they get  miss me with that shit
 Now you can bring that shit and get your lip and wig split
 Keep a heat on my hip  twenty one in the clip
 'Cause I bang with that Gang and the Dogg Pound clique
 A zaniac  a maniac with platinum stats
 Stayin' hungry as a wolf so I travel in packs
 In my Nikes and Chucks, no shelltop Adidas
 Just a t-shirt, khakis, and an automatic heater
 Take it to the extreme, representin' to the max
 Bust a slug in they tail just from eye contact
 Gang affiliated tats across my arms and back
 Finger tips, chest, wrist, my neck and knee caps
 Peep facts, disease back to seize the juice
 'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools

 Hook:

 Twenty first street (first street) where it all started
 'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools (repat 1x)
 Twenty first street (first street) where it all started
 'Cause I be's the hardest regardless fools (repeat 1x)

 Verse 2:

 I keep it bangin' in the V12, we hustle for fame
 Still related with the gang Tracy Davis aint change
 I'm downer than most, in any city or coast
 I pour it out for the homies before any toast
 It's a gangsta party loc's, so you see we're striclty riders
 Long Beach to the fullest nothing couldn't come divide us
 No city rips young killers with chips
 Packin' macks and uzis on the side of their hips
 Where they sellin' the clips, yeah everyday its a trip
 While we over here smokin' and you knowin its dip
 You can wet it and blaze it if you think you can fade it
 And invade it, we got the whole hood regulated
 So you better stay shady 'cause I'm heavily heated
 Got that ass in a scope no ho's, they get deleted
 Off the face of the earth, drop 'em straight in the dirt
 And give up three more cheers while I'm puttin in work
 I be the hardest

 Hook

 Verse 3:

 In broad daylight shootouts, sad and looped out
 Fools run for cover when they knowin' my troops out
 So don't get drew out, 'cause brains get blew out
 A G's life is like three strikes and then you out
 See through out the maze and daze, you stay spicious
 And wicked with the biggest trigga hittin' in your britches
 To get ya, gettin' hot you can't take the heat
 Gone soft, doze off and go straight to sleep
 Play the game for keeps 'cause the stakes is deep
 One false move cost fools pain and grief
 Tyin' to claim the streets, while only strong survive
 You put your goals aside, pick up your chrome and ride
 Fuck thinkin' that this bangin' was for playin' a joke
 It's them same niggas I been layin' in smoke, loc
 I make 'em think they been payin' their dues
 That's why I be the hardest regardless fools

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Taal: Engels

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