"Poverlous" as written by Tiheem Crocker, Andre Parker and Irving Lorenzo....
Let's go
Yo, yeah
Uh, uh, uh-huh
Another one

All of my niggaz are-I-D-E
For the love of the dough, we be
Never lovin' them ho's, See see
How the gangstas roll
Pimps and Poverlous
For the love of the dough, we be
Never lovin' them ho's, See see
How the gangstas roll
Pimps and Poverlous

Yo, soon as the weather get hot
Pull out the garage with the cl6 drop
Bottles of bub, in the club
The Chris pop, rollin' it up that sticky Cali bud
One stop hit me wit the owner I'm ready to go
Mommy hollerin' I'm hollerin' the is fedy low
oh you ain't know, Double D get it acquainted for free
And I'm holdin' chips like I won the lottery
That little ghetto boy comin' straight out of poverty
And probably, one of the illest niggaz that ever did it
And definitely one from the gutter who spit it and lived it
I, came from the bottom straight to the top
And in the astin' drop mixin' hash with pot
Rollin' cash in knots, 'cause we bubblin' baby
And lovin' the way we, spit the ism crushin' your lady
Pimpin' em crazy, 'cause man ain't nothin' to it
So watch how we do it, gutterness it's Poverlous


Yeah, yo
Catch me in the zone, when I'm duff duff chrome
and never demone dro and Remy shots to the dome
I spit it for the pimps, hustlas, killers who are prone
To violence, but still they move in the silence and all alone
But no co d's, see a rich nigga can afford to blow cheese
While the youngins strugglin takin jewels from o.g's
It's poverty at it's best
We on the cover tryin to stumble to master the cheddar chest, we
are-I-D-E, For murda I-N-see so nigga try you die (Ha)
Half you rap catz ain't swing crack packs
I went to school with the 32 in my knapsack
And will hit ya, nigga you ain't no killer
You got a vivid imagination and know how to draw a good picture
So pay homage, when you see I promise
We toat lines which makes us hard to hit
This shit is Poverlous


Yeah, uh
If you get doe, and holdin' stacks
Salute my gangstas, holla back
Mommies if you want we got wood
We keep it gutter in the hood
I've never been one to front our style
But when shit pop off I pop off rounds
So if you alive nigga, ready to rise nigga
You gotta know this, it's Poverlous


Uh, yeah
You say marvellous we say Poverlous
Straight gangsta and all gully in the hood
This is how we do it nigga
Murda, murda

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"Poverlous" as written by Irving Lorenzo Andre Parker

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