I, I just died in your arms tonight
Must've been something you said
I, I just died in your arms tonight
Broadcastin' live from the 512
Live music capital of the world
Homie, I move with the ground
Steer it 2004 with 23s on the ground
Hold it down for 12 rounds
Doing bad things, I'm aiming it well
so I'm leaving the shells
Club appearance for chips,
Got a wife with a fat purse,
Earned the six figure house,
can't got my name on the front
Sitting on a snakeskin sofa,
Conversations not for chumps,
your percentage is boring
The other side of the story,
It's the BET and the sauce,
shoot slang to the G's Roll
cause they holdin' the streets
they behoove full of Mexicans,
You tough, yo, I'm tougher,
take a picture of the stunner
so your record's a bummer
A whole lot of hatin' at your radio station
I don't need your rotation
If it's out there, I'm takin'
LJ Medallion around my neck,
Wanna see a real gangster,
put you down with a ground beat
Behind the scenes, my team,
we are splittin' the cream
Puttin' burns on your team,
Behind that woman that you married
I, I just died in your arms tonight
Must've been somethin' you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I, I just died in your arms tonight
Must've been somethin' you said
Push your crew off the stage
No sideburns or jumpsuit,
but I'm still the king CDs on the street,
But George Washington faces,
Holding chains like a Jew,
The body, you're a man they love me,
Concrete court in the hood,
I be the jefe of the borough,
The only Mexican that's paid
I'm cool, yo, I'm nice, dawg,
when I'm a dirty, my knife
It all started in San Fernando,
I put it down for all my rasta,