Iatola Testo

I'm meetin up with tha governor
3-2 and tha Hillwood Hustla
Comin' straight out tha head though
From tha brain representin' my ghetto
It's a trip how they die young
In the hood in my cadillac flyer, thru the 'wood
Wit my homie Iatola in tha Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang coca
20 G'z on my team Villanova
Blow marijuana in tha sauna
While my niggas move dope on tha corner
V-12 motor vida loca
Now your bitch tryin' to give her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops cuz i choked her
Copa Cabana thankin Santa
For tha keyboard that came wit tha sampler
Turn up tha Clarion wit tha stelly on
She wit me cuz i am tha champion

Its the same ol' story tho
Nigga died cuz he fucked wit tha wrong hoe
Its tha sign of tha times man
By second thank God that im alive man
Peace to my dead G'z
fell short tryin' to stack up they benjis
In tha midst and the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on tha cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my killas
Howmany niggas must die by tha trigga
Im a slipper imma swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
Dont love you i dont hate you but i will misplace you
In tha gutter for tha fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a dick

So this what it came to yall tha same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue
But i dont gangbang i claim no color
She lost her son what if that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac
And i support foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin' with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin' Liz on tha bleachers
1986 wasnt makin' hits
I was chasin chicks havin bad relationships
Now i fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and i remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em layin in some strange positions