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The Tale of 530
- Im living the life of a king pin
- gotta be carefull or ill get pinned
- call it a three count, your girl wanna mount
- My self respect i leave that, in the lost and found
- I go dough let around, my ho slow head around
- Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round
- faster than a nascar go round
- imma straight shooter when the time come round
- Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
- My hommies toting a pound
- I've been a pro, but now i'm profound
- I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound
- you be hiding in the attic call it Ann Frank
- While i be smoking on that danky dank
- My ho be robbing that north valley bank
- While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack
- Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track
- i be at the top of my game, and thats a fact
- so down pact, i call up my buddy BK
- All he knows is to smoke all day
- when he aint be smokin he be fuckin
- the streets of redding is where he fuckin
- he slingin and toting the danks call him Storm
- because he fucks up the game by takin shits
- no bathrooms, call it a raiy day
- all day no play, all he thinks about is his bitch cheating.
- It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
- If she got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating
- only if he could stop the bleeding.
- he started to question his true meaning in life
- he's no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life
- Cause he get it, no charge, and sac for the low price
- And you can't even blink without bitches testing your life
- He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
- Yo its Big Khrome here again
- Made a million with just a pen
- I got 800 invisible men
- Y’all are snitches, you can’t see the pen
- And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me fuck em then
- Only her and i know now i'm sitten' in tha state pen
- A fuckin' sausage fest will teach shaky bitches to get married then
- Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when
- i was bagged for toting my 9 mill, tryin to make 9 mill
- So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill
- She ever fuck around, she will make a brotha kill
- all i could say was bitch Chill
- dont try to cop a feel on my style
- Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile
- Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile
- Aren't you somethin' to admire
- drivin faster than adam dunn
- Um, life is a water park, could be fun
- My name's DJ Khrome and i'mma son of a gun
- She vying for number one, tryna be number one
- So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun
- Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one
- Top ranked, number one my son
- Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun
- She’s a star if i ever seen one
- told her get ya 9 and run
- but this time i left my gun at home
- Playing with fire is a danger zone
- Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone
- I jive like bone
- She wanna be grown
- Blackberry and I phone
- Please sugar don't come alone
- I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone
- Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone
- in a dark cave feeling cold to the bone
- Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone
- Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone
- I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne
- Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone
- Late night to the early morn, I've been such a rolling stone
- but i aint bout that rockstar life
- She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice
- If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life
- Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never thinking twice
- You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life
- He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
- Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice
- White america said i'd be doing 25 to life
- Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice
- and dont forget the beans
- we be paying them with beans
- yeah thats a lil fucked up
- at least we give them a lil tin cup
- Go nuts, instrumental flow much
- I know you're mad, but so what
- i be reppin 530 harder than the Brady Bunch
- from shasta to chipotle all in one lunch
- How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but
- Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust
- when all the bitches want is for you to bust
- Secret society all we ask is trust
- It's not making sense to you right now but
- can you hear me out?
- its not like you're taking it in the butt
- Then youre my face asking for a rose cup
- Bitch what the Fuck!?
- all i hear is babe do this and babe do that
- I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match
- And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that
- So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad
- Take a look at me, and see what you coulda had
- The best journey acres of land and swimming pools and all that
- Told my hommies, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map
- And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that
- That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad
- Still standin' and in love with my pride heard frivolous beats, we past that
- Just getting you a job then i zip that broad trying to get in them walls like ghost dad
- But all that ghost had was a see thru persona
- grilling me harder than a hot sauna
- but dont sweat it, ill hit ya when ya least expect it
- Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit
- While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship
- But this ship goes a a different trip
- a trip to the tip of my dick
- just take a little lick
- it will be quick
- faster than a nick of time
- but next time itll last to the end of time
- Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine
- Chasing money in the city of crime
- Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine
- shiit i think that was my last rhyme....
- joke see ya next time
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