20 Sack

Damn, I got that 20 sack Freakin' a funky dope style, a woman's got to claim a Name, it's a shame, 21 with a (A?) Under the seat, it's kept neat In case a fool try to creep in (?) sleep See, I'm smokin' on that indo, sometimes get me blunted The gangstas in my hood see these (?) and they want 'em My windows are tinted, I got my seat laid back My Jeep's a 4x4 but it rolls like a Cadillac Through the dips and the swerves My music is heard, you could swear this bitch was Iceberg Chillin' and I'm feelin' and I'm sippin' on some Remy, all nice All night, 'til we get out a light Buck buck buck on yo ass, motherfucker I'll ventilate your ass on the grass, motherfucker You never saw a girl draw fast and blast Got my homies in the back with ski masks And a 20 sack Damn, I got the 20 sack After I blast and I dash to the pad to stash My Glock, don't wanna get stopped by the cops Just had to get that crooked nigga off for me He thought he was bout to take my property I pulled the gat from my holster Aimed it, blew his brains on the wall like a poster Just Lench Mobbin', Lench Mobbin' Lench Mobbin' pack a .38 so your dealer's squabbin' Rock you till you're better, better chew on the (?) You can't play with my yo-yo but you already know that I got to keep these niggas in line I got seventeen rails pointed at your spine Make you bow down like (?) don't make me shoot ya If you ain't down with the Yo, then I'll boot ya Always rappin' down, I peel the cap and Fuck daddy mack and fire up a 20 sack Damn, I got the 20 sack Who want a fat 20 sack Yo-Yo's got the 20 sack Damn, I got the 20 sack