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xavier rhapsody - how 2 get put on lyrics

[intro]
aye, wake yo’ punk+ass up!
sh+t, ain’t nun bout a compton thang
it ain’t nothin’ but a compton thang
finna teach you so some rules bout’ to the streets!

[verse 1: xavier rhapsody]
so u tryna gang bang,huh my little n+gga?
you think you hard, you think you tuff
you run the streets now, n+gga?
you want yo stripes, want sum respect out here up in these streets
don’t u know these same streets turned us to a beast?
you better ask somebody
anybody can get put on, d+mn near anybody
you can b payin the bills
still yo lights get cut off
but if you down then you down, put that bandanna on and
rob that n+gga!
shoot that n+gga!
get that n+gga!
bam!
rob that n+gga!
shoot that n+gga!
get that n+gga!
bam!
h+ll yeah, n+gga!
im down for it, n+gga!
h+ll yeah, my n+gga!
h+ll yeah, n+gga!
im down for it, n+gga!
i’ll get that n+gga
h+ll yeah, my n+gga!

drive bys, hop outs
our hearts is, cold
ooo that girl fine asf
lets pull up on that hoe

b+tch take that jacket off, we both know you ain’t cold!
eiffel tower that b+tch, then kick her to the road!

we is beefin wit +beep+, yeah we don’t like them n+ggas
gun downed one of our homies, we gotta light them n+ggas
shoot em’ up in the car, you dead right where u seatin’

if you come in my hood, you get that jesus treatment!

hold up, hold up…
n+ggas be talkin like they just want problems
ain’t f+cking with sh+t like you n+ggas wear condoms
i’m ruthless, i’m compton
i cop one, then cop ten
i’ll f+ck on yo b+tch then i might sn+tch yo wallet
okay you got it, just tell me you got it
okay you got it?
h+ll yeah, i got it

okay you got this?

h+ll yeah i got it!
call me a thug, guess i am what i am
best pray to god that this chopper is jammed!
i don’t really care about your whereabouts
all i really care about is airing out your upper body when u leavin’ out yo parents house
you ain’t from compton, n+gga you from paramount!!
air em’ out, i don’t give a f+ck about a mother f+ckin’ b+tch
and if u be talkin’ then hop the f+ck up off my d+ck!
yo mother f+cker what time is it?

+oh it’s like….3:2+

haha just kidding nice watch n+gga better run that sh+t
i told a f+cker if you wanna know something
i’m the baddest a round here better ask somebody

any unfamiliar faces then i get to pressin’
any n+gga in the wrong colors they get to steppin’
swear to god, that its time for me to get put on, on everything
i put that sh+t on everything, i’ll do anything just so i can get
put on, my n+gga, tell me what the f+ck i gotta do?
okay little homie, you’ve done bout everything
now it’s time for us to put on, here’s what you gotta do

- xavier rhapsody lyrics

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