Neon Street E

My song on the radio. You doing something, you think you doing something, But you ain't doing nothing. Your flow is lameo. How you gon' do us something? How you gon' do us something? I go hard on a whole lot of songs, A shit I came up with. But I ain't calling out no name or to Blame this shit. I watch the television and even Try to peep to my style. I got a smile like a single parent child Like a child. I got a son and he Gon' grow me up to openly play. Ain't nothing else but love for Flava that I Openly pray. So I ain't dropping till the DJ Won't play none of my shit. Every time he The streets, I bet they bumping me, bitch. From the backyard projects to the three-six mob. We just getting lit, I been another job. We see you blowing niggas' ass off, putting holes Through the house. Now a bitch is not a Gang bitch is what I be about. My song on the radio. You think you doing something, you think you doing Something, but you ain't doing nothing. Your flow is Lameo. How you gon' do us something? Something? I go Hard on of shit. I watch the television and Even try to peep to my style. I got a smile he gon' grow me up To openly play. Ain't nothing else but love for Flava that I openly pray. So I ain't dropping Till the DJ won't play none of my shit. Every time he in the streets, I bet they Bumping me, bitch. From the backyard projects to the Three-six mob. We just getting lit, I been another job. We see you blowing niggas' ass off, putting holes Through the house. Now a bitch is not a Gang bitch is What I be about.