Set sails, for distant shores, In the lap of the shining sea. They made anchor, on foreign ground. For kingdoms of gold they seek. Hail the King, the
a playa hater a feel Im a balla ima live how I live Pop dis pill Drank this beer Smoke this kush nigga Rep dis herre Keep that steel Stack a couple
how sharks play Weapons left behind, we dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy, you're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap
woods across all known times. Sacred stones are overturned and the folk so weary. Steel agleam defies sway on the lap of death. Demise in the hands
diamonds, all these chains You drivin' around in Bentley's But I don't ever see you with any security Please, what's the word on that Pistol grip pump in my lap
wrecking decks, since back at the house Haters disrespect, getting smacked in the mouth Niggas play hard, but they acting they soft How we ride? With the steel
bathroom, where she undresses. She sits on the edge of the bath. Her naked body folded in half, heavy tits hanging like mushy stalactites over her lap
ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound [unverified] But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill I run with steel,
to drop that Crip Hop shit [Chorus - Tray Deee] We gets payed to steal, gang bang for real Slang thangs at will, known to blaze the steel Niggas ain
10's, cappin battles of Don For the crazy, spend my cash But you know I never pay for the head and ass Were my niggas at? gettin lap dances Smiles on
us a bedtime story? Alright, alright Ya'll get my ash tray, get my lighter I'm a read ya'll a gangsta bedtime story Come here, sit on my lap, okay, check
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other
over It's in a nigga nature to put that iron don't playa hate us Get knocked off the map head fall off your shoulder in 'ya lap Wuz, happenin' lil'
I'ma stop Princes cuts the size of a window, I'ma wind down my watch Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops Tossed his work inside my lap
get robbery fix, until our man, got killed for his whip, on some robbery shit, then I switched to the weed, and started sellin crack, without will I pull the steel
.P. reppin Houston Tex [Chorus: X2] [SPM] Yo, it's the boy Los in a smoke gray 'Lac Forver be puttin Hillwood on the map Rollin with ten pounds of steel on my lap
killed and stole His girlfriend heard about a reward she went to the sheriff and told And got ten thousand dollars in gold Well there's a whole lot of talk... [ steel