Stay True

Yeah nigga, drop the top on your muthafuckin ride
This how we do it on the west coast baby!

Rollin’ down the four-o-five
Gettin’ high, white boys done wrecked their shit
To check my ride
I ain’t bein’ bootsy
Cruisin’ in a six-o Impala, drivin’ like I’m in a hooptee
A car full of ballin’ cats
Keep yo hand on the strap and take all the craps
Niggas know my steelo
All legit, but I’m draped like a nigga movin’ kilos
Shit don’t stop, cause I can make that ass drop, make the front hop
And hit the three-wheel-motion, all day hit the freeway
Take it easy, uh
Let’s slide and pick up some hoochies
Ride, right back to the movies, high
Talkin’ back to the screen, drinkin’ liquor
Havin’ big dreams of gettin’ richer
I’m livin’ that ...

[Chorus] (x4)
Thug Life, y’all know the rules
gotta do whatcha gotta do
(Stay True!)

Big Stretch represent the real nigga
Flex, Live Squad and this mutha fucker catch wreck

[Big Stretch]
Thug Life, sharp as a roughneck
Shakin’ the dice, we roll long, ain’t nothin’ nice
so the vice wanna follow us around (raize up)
Got ’em runnin’ as we clown thru the town (blaze up)
Another one, had to throw another gun
Don’t need another case
you can see it on my face son
But I ain’t fallin’ yet
And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at

Mophreme, tell ’em why the hoes dream
Gettin high off a nigga like a dope fiend

Cuz I’m non-stop, and I’m always hustlin’
Twenty four seven, ain’t nothin buck
But when a young G’s flippin keys for a livin’
Try to make a mill off the time I’m givin’
Trippin’, mad, I’m crazy
Can’t nobody fade me
And I been goin’ insane, lately
And everybody tryin ta hold me back
I’m about to snap
You better move back
You know I lead a...


Man, I don’t worry about the Five-O
If they start, cuz it’s all about survival
Just stay smart
Keep your mind on your bank roll
Always stay ahead of these stank ho’s
These days it’s an all out rat race
And look at me just caught another cat case
That makes three
My laywers getting cash up the ass
Don’t even ask
Why I’m buck wild ? Don’t smile, don’t laugh
To the young G’s comin up peep game
Don’t let the money make you change
Or act strange
Stay broke, it’s all in together now
Keep pumping loud till the crowd
Bring the top down
Is that 2Pac? Thug Life? Hell Yeah
Try to dirty up my name but I’m still here
which way do I turn? I’m strapped
Lost in the storm, I can’t turn back
with that...