Death Penalty Lyrics - California Republic - Game

Chorus 

For not being who you claim 

You get found guilty 

2 counts of bein lame 

You get found guilty 

The Charge of fuckin up the game 

You get found guilty 

Real niggas sentence you 

Dead Penalty 

Fabolous 

Uhhh 

Lets get back to this real shit 

We ride no pump breaks 

Errbody takin like they the shooters 

Mann I aint goin for them pump fakes 

These niggas is crump cakes 

Wish they would say some snake 

Get banged on like the treble makes 

The dumb mistake tryin to jumpin with blake 

These niggas in my lane 

Lob city in these streets 

Jessus piece on my chain 

need God with me in these streets 

I went through hell to get to where heaven is 

Lucy in that red dress lookin devilish 

Scale a 1 to 10 she lookin elevenish 

If she aint ridin shotty AK 47 is 

Shorty came to me when she left her man 

I looked at her and said you sumthin else 

But the best way to get over sumbody 

Is gettin under sumone else 

On that note im in that 1,2,3 pin that 

Baby tellin me im the best I b yellin i been that 

In the club half a pill and a full clip 

Get a deal on a Rose no bullshit 

Game 

There goes ghost 

Im in that mothafucka like pacman 

Niggas talkin about robin I aint goin for that batman 

King of diamonds like super Sunday 

100 thou for that lap dance 

See straight thorugh you pussy niggas 

I call that a cat scan 

And on that note we in here 

Pink coroc pronto 

My gun throw bullets like payton manning 

My chic walk around wit that bronco 

Extend the clip in that conso 

2 mill for that condo 

We gon shot for that green 

I aint talkin no rondo 

Nigga tryin to say that I aint a G 

I point it at him said you sumthin else 

See these basketballs wife all around my table? 

We bout to swim through em like Mike phelps 

now pop open that tin pac 

Your life savings I spend that 

Niggas fan of my instagram 

Beggin me for their bitch back 

Sendin treats to my B M 

Tryin to hack my email 

Niggas wisperin to themselves 

All huddled up like females 

Your bitch about to be detailed 

I aint sparin no details 

She choked up like Sprewell 

I drop her off in the v12 (niceeee) 

Ridin around wit that Houston rocket 

Keep all that of that Jeremy lin shit in yo pocket 

Chorus 2x 

Slim Thug 

Im goin back to cali 

Im goin back to cali 

Im out of drank and dro so im goin back to cali 

I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces 

Couple pounds of that kush I aint the only one getting wasted 

Smoke a lil, sell the rest ima hustla baby 

gotta Invest get mine plus interest 

you niggas still aint winiing yet 

I just sold my 4th bentley 

Then I got that photo porche 

Bout to switch it up for the summa 

Thinkin bout that electric hummer 

Strapped up got extra armor 

in case a hatin nigga wanna play 

everythang I rep a 100 

you could check my resume 

they dont make em like me no more 

They dont make a miss t no more 

I dont see too many Gs 

I jus see a bunch of CP 4s 

Lets get back to that real shit 

That Pac BIG that UGk kinda trill shit 

East West and the South 

If you see a fake nigga point em out (point em out) 

Chorus 

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