This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
How I get robbed in cali
I be with cali thugs
Got mobbed in cali
Yeah that cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me what thatt about
I was the only rapper out
Beverly foxhill roscos swapmeet
Slosin crenshaw comton we not sweet
Like I'm chump change
Jimmy with his gun game
I'm fun aim
Lax gun range
White load the felly fell
Holla at the kid proper
If somethin happen
Skip rappin
The'll be big choppas
Ghetto byrd word
Cause I keep the big choppas
No disrespect
Niggas killed big poppa
The williams sista
Ro9meo from steve harvey
Got the drop
Get the drop no please sorry
Got weed on me
No need guard me
I'm what you need probly
We teach robbery
(chorus jim jones)
We ride in that east side
Please roll up my weed high
We ride in west side
The city were them techs fly
That dirty dirty south side
Midwest uptop when we outside
But we ride in that eastside
So please roll up my weed high
(jim jones)
my momma allways told me aim for the sky
So I came out aimin bangin at guys
It was mainly slangin kane by the pies
And the fiends was payin for dangerous high
O be and amonia we mix it down
No sleep on the corner the pitch mound
And police when the saw us they frisk us down
We all hate marajuwana and coke now
So tell bloomberg its a rezy
Take it back to 88 and move byrds though my city
Dw bridge new jerz wit the pizy 38 a key for a byrd they get busy
Fuck the phone getthe word by mouth
When the winter roll around no byrds fly south
Fuck the cops got hella folks in prison
Hand over the option
But the cell codes still livin
(chorus)
Cam'rom)
dope man
Smoke man
O's float the boat
No coke for sold man though tan
Wo man
Sell white throw tan tell her (ill holla)
Watch the kid from 140 bake
They say shorty straight
48 grams
Turn 4 to 48
All I do ignore they jake tell her (ill holler)
I still bubble o's
Still double o's
Still double my double
Down in the double o
Big pimp in the caddy
Akron
Spingfield
Cleveland
Cinncinati
That's green point
Menace with a mean joint
Sac town nap town
The lou got some mean joints
We arangatang it
Durange bang it
I'm strangly ganged
Like pac I'm gang related (holla)
(chorus)
I be with cali thugs
Got mobbed in cali
Yeah that cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me what thatt about
I was the only rapper out
Beverly foxhill roscos swapmeet
Slosin crenshaw comton we not sweet
Like I'm chump change
Jimmy with his gun game
I'm fun aim
Lax gun range
White load the felly fell
Holla at the kid proper
If somethin happen
Skip rappin
The'll be big choppas
Ghetto byrd word
Cause I keep the big choppas
No disrespect
Niggas killed big poppa
The williams sista
Ro9meo from steve harvey
Got the drop
Get the drop no please sorry
Got weed on me
No need guard me
I'm what you need probly
We teach robbery
(chorus jim jones)
We ride in that east side
Please roll up my weed high
We ride in west side
The city were them techs fly
That dirty dirty south side
Midwest uptop when we outside
But we ride in that eastside
So please roll up my weed high
(jim jones)
my momma allways told me aim for the sky
So I came out aimin bangin at guys
It was mainly slangin kane by the pies
And the fiends was payin for dangerous high
O be and amonia we mix it down
No sleep on the corner the pitch mound
And police when the saw us they frisk us down
We all hate marajuwana and coke now
So tell bloomberg its a rezy
Take it back to 88 and move byrds though my city
Dw bridge new jerz wit the pizy 38 a key for a byrd they get busy
Fuck the phone getthe word by mouth
When the winter roll around no byrds fly south
Fuck the cops got hella folks in prison
Hand over the option
But the cell codes still livin
(chorus)
Cam'rom)
dope man
Smoke man
O's float the boat
No coke for sold man though tan
Wo man
Sell white throw tan tell her (ill holla)
Watch the kid from 140 bake
They say shorty straight
48 grams
Turn 4 to 48
All I do ignore they jake tell her (ill holler)
I still bubble o's
Still double o's
Still double my double
Down in the double o
Big pimp in the caddy
Akron
Spingfield
Cleveland
Cinncinati
That's green point
Menace with a mean joint
Sac town nap town
The lou got some mean joints
We arangatang it
Durange bang it
I'm strangly ganged
Like pac I'm gang related (holla)
(chorus)
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