pack - 2 dumb lyrics
do u hit this yea u kno who da f— i am, no introduction needed
its the pack nfl(yess) wut it do, wut it do already kno
[chorus: x2]
hey my n—-s go 2 dumb, 20 deep in the party and we all on ones (these) yess and the grapes stay smokin’ donuts in the street wit the doors wide open
[verse 1: stunna]
u gotta scr-per hit the gas start yokin, im done tipsy but a n—-s still focused, this block s–t u could catch a n—- posted, kick it wit a pop, (one time i broke it), pinned to plug ya airways
just like locusts, 15s on slump always scr-pin’ through oakland, yeaaa, young stunna so icey, u aint never seen a n—- out here like me, l.i.g. henney wit my coat bright nikes, from the b-town
so u kno i get hyphae, i s–t on n—-s im somethin’ like a seagull, smoke great ticks 24s on the reagell, me and young l hittin donuts like street geal, u aint goin dumb, u aint tellin the truth, my n—-s go
18 while they still on roof, we in da 4 door park avenue, f–k the coop.
[chorus x2]
[verse 2: stunna]
wut they say stunna sick like aids, and my watch looks like it was dipped in kool-aid, so i guess u say this young n—- got it made, say u get money like me, i dont believe ya, cuz my hands look like ive been sittin
in the freeza, yeaa or rapid -ss n—-, george clooney type, ya actin -ss n—-, i, i, i im so bay wit it, it aint a scr-per if it aint got the suction wit it, u can hear me from a block away, and u dont want it homeboy cuz i like to chop or spray, right were ur mama lay, yea
n—- dont play, its the t.h.e. p.a.c. 2 da k and im s.t.u.n.n. 2 da a, stunna binjin all day, wheres the peace macdray, young l on the beat, its reversed if that.
[chorus x2]
[verse 3: stunna]
these feezy jeans im way to fly, purple stuff im way to high, scr-pin’ at the window my n—-s on both sides, 2 stories in the party my n—-s dont lie, $200 shoes who is betta than i, yea my squad go r-t-rded, and f–k where u from, we goin bang regardless cuz we
da hardest, so you’d betta be the smartest, first thing on ur agenda get the f–k up out the party, (yea) before u get stomped out, got 100 n—-s wit me and we all from the south, all these girls gunna get me in the sheets, especially when i got they best friends on my team
my turf n—-s put ur s–t in the air, how u kno u own a turf, cuz theres dreads everywhere, 50 henney in my hand, i blow purple in the air (yess)
hey my n—-s go 2 dumb 20 deep in the party and we all on one (these) yess and the grapes stay smokin’ donuts in the streets with the doors wide open…
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