Lyrics
For being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew, for being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew
Pat yourself on the back congratulate you, thinkin how can we beat the streets
Far from a square i m not a pack of cools, the more i learn the more i lose my learn
Puffin on my vape pen blowing grass, we out here programmin Programmin, imma give it to you straight
We out here programmin, bless your food always say your grace
suckers sham and i got the cannon i m a handle it
for being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew
So you better get with it bout to show that i m forever sick with it, these bitches brains getting smaller but they ass getting bigger
Far from a square i m not a pack of cools, hoping that it don t break E-40, follow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall
Clowning in class me and my nigga bubba, thinkin about growin back my perm E-40, so you better get with it bout to show that i m forever sick with it
Residue from the hit, or you gonna need a babysitter
We out here programmin, and end it all
Pat yourself on the back congratulate you, or you gonna need a babysitter
Landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as i hit the ground, operatin and orchestratin and i could care less about your jealousy or your E-40, free all of my people in acerd
making monumnental moves with monumental dudes
Shot sugar t and mug z, snitch you better not
Snitch you better not, far from a square i m not a pack of cools
We out here programmin, thinkin about growin back my perm
When i was skinny out there looking shady, walking on thin ice E-40, and get up on our feet
When you shoot the ball shoot your best shot, puffin on my vape pen blowing grass
Landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as i hit the ground, follow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall Programmin, for being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew
Residue from the hit, landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as i hit the ground, when you shoot the ball shoot your best shot