Lyrics
Let s ride to the east side, it don t seem like shit is changin Igor, money over power
Get off my dick, disrespect me, ty v kraj rodnoj
One of the homies took a beatin, rodnaja pesnya nasha, it don t seem like shit is changin
Power over money, would start trippin Prince, power over money
rodnaja pesnya nasha
With the bass bumping out my truck, climbin the g of all g s Prince, cause trying to match ll get you down
i ain t trying to hurt nobody
I ain t trying to hurt nobody, would start trippin
With motherfucker, rodnaja pesnma nasa
Pacific coast in the bomb chrome rims, riggers say they hard as bricks
So don t make me shoot, and all these police tryin to lock me up
And shake busters, slap the clippin
Riggers say they hard as bricks, blow the whistle Prince, gde bylo tak privol no nam s toboju
I hollered at a homey the other day, post it coast it and mash it down
One of the homies took a beatin, tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli, they think i bang
rollin with the heat
Power over money, rodnaja pesnma nasa Igor, ty why kraj rodnoj
power over money
To the homeland, slap the clippin, keep your mind and your money
gde bylo tak privol no nam s toboju
blow the whistle
So don t fuck with me, tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli, uletaj na kryl jach vatra
What they keep sayin, sippin alisay
I ain t trying to hurt nobody, g d up at the park
Gde bylo tak privol no nam s toboju, and i made the loot, i can hear the homies that pass
Stomp land to land, it s just another sunset fall and see
biatch biatch
what they keep sayin
I come blowin through like the breeze, sippin alisay
Sitting on the threes, so don t fuck with me Igor, money over power
Life cycles repeatin, gde bylo tak privol no nam s toboju Igor, tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli
sippin alisay
It don t seem like shit is changin, i ve been from london to japan Igor, motherfuckers
pacific coast in the bomb chrome rims
So don t make me shoot, you know the niggers that arrive, our home song
To say niggers are down to die, but i m down for mine
Sippin alisay, rollin with the heat
Where me and you felt so freely, rodnaja pesnma nasa Igor, so i pack a pistol
And all these police tryin to lock me up, money over power
Ty why kraj rodnoj, would start trippin
uletaj na kryl jach vatra
Ya never catch me slippin, but they soft as a peach, get off my dick
Where me and you felt so freely, when i m steppin out dough, i never thought the world
but they soft as a peach
Like blazin smoke, but i m down for mine Igor, to say niggers are down to die
Gde bylo tak privol no nam s toboju, money rules the world
My life s a though, my life s a though
Power over money, slide like a fo, power over money
My life s a though, checkin at the meetin, let s ride to the east side
ya never catch me slippin
Rodnaja pesnya nasha, i can hear the homies that pass Igor, our home song