Song Description

some more T-dot gangsta shit!

Lyrics

You know me. Your homie. Like Don Corleone, I?m an OG For real. Yea yeah

(first verse: Skeight)
It?s time to leave but I don?t know where I?m going
Not knowing what could happen the next moment
I stay focus even though I smoke spliffs
I?m always ready when an intruder approaches
cock back, ready to pop that and drop cats
a 45 slug. You think you could stop that?
Never. You ain?t clever. I?m tougher than leather
You can find yourself severed if you fuck with me
I mean it. I?m never joking. Don?t be provoking
I?ll smoke you and your crew and throw y?all in the ocean
Catastrophic explosions always take out opponents
And I?m the one casing all the commotion
Roasting and toasting Mc?s while coasting
Vanish in a swift motion, go home and sip potions
And after I drink and chill for a bit
Imma make some more of this gangsta shit

Three years ago I was doing nothin? (huh) Now look at me (uh huh) yeah!
Skeights Beats to the fullest. (Uh!)

(second verse: Kid P)
Eh yo P. How you feel? Tell them what?s the deal!
I?m gettin? ill
Mad real. Niggas trying to peel off
What the fuck yo. P lick the steel off
Trying to get ?em yo.
Me and Skeight Smokin?
45s what we holdin?
Any nigga talkin, we toast ?em
Kid P rollin Got the fuckin? spoksters pokin?
Any nigga wanna talk shit, but that weed smokes potent (potent)
Everybody likes my style.
Come through, smash ?up, smash that crowd
Get that shit pumpin. Get them niggas thumpin?
Get them Feets out 8 pound stumpin?, dumpin
Niggas know how the fuck I roll when I?m smoking dro
Trying to do this shit coast to coast. Maybe sea to sea
You damn right this is Kid P. (Kid P) -skeight

Real shit - Kid P
Real shit - Skeight