That's My N**** (Explicit)

That's My N**** - Meek Mill/YG/Snoop Dogg (史努比狗狗)

Lyrics by：Shawn Carter/Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson/Calvin Broadus Jr/Robert Rihmeek Williams/Melvin Bradford/Andre Young/Scott Storch/Eric Gamzoyan

Composed by：Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson

Ooh ooh

This that Philly-Bompton s**t

Yeah

I'm on the eastside rollin' with my westside n***as

Westside westside westside

We just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a

Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy

And the feds lookin' pray they don't catch my n***a

I pray they don't catch my n***a

Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a

And burn this b***h down like Left Eye n***a word up

I'm 4HUnnid n***a with that .40 pound on me

Baller ammo I got forty rounds tho

Cash out Keenon n***a with the pounds low

He count on me even when I move slow

Come through Compton with all my n***as

My n***as

Come through poppin' with all my n***as

My n***as

You should've seen how we looked last winter

Last winter

You should've seen what we ate last dinner

I don't f**k with them Hollywood n***as

I don't f**k with them Hollywood n***as

In the game I'm the keep it right n***a

'Cause all these rap n***as know my n***as wanna get 'em

Basic b***hes came to suck this dick no

Basic b***hes came to f**k the clique oh

They tryna have me on some sucker s**t

But I'ma do it my way n***a f**k the script

Came thru the block with everything that's new

Sippin' that motherf**kin' DS2

I can't f**k with him if he ain't true

They like "He alright but he ain't you"

We like five milli on aboard the ship

I was the richest n***a on the tip

Locked down with the killers and the robbers going hard in it

Open the gate jump on the lift

And now we headed to the westside rolling in some hot s**t

Yoppa in the backseat it look like a mop stick

You ain't gotta ask me n***a you ain't got s**t

You ain't talkin' money I see you done switched the topic

You be only f**kin' with n***as that be on cop s**t

I be only f**kin' with b***hes that get it poppin'

You don't wanna see one my n***as face in a stockin'

Spray up your corner over some nonsense

I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside n***as

Westside westside westside

We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a

Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy

And the feds looking pray they don't catch my n***a

I pray they don't catch my n***a

Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a

And burn this b***h down like Left Eye n***a word up

Can a real crip get a lil' bit

Dump on a n***a for some silly s**t

A hundred four rounds when the milli kick yeah

Gang bang n***as who he really with

Crip

And we don't talk to no motherf**kin' law

Cooked up caked up slangin' that raw n***a

Roll through the city gun by your side

Bangin' with the loud or the silencer

Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out

Tanners scanners bananas peeled out

Back to the set no sweat ducked off

Come through the hood and you will get f**ked off

N***a this's Crip on my two times

Don't give a f**k and we'll bust him one time n***a

What y'all thought We criss to cross

You miss your loss we settin' it off

I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside n***as

Westside westside westside

We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n***a

Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy Bed-Stuy

And the feds looking pray they don't catch my n***a

I pray they don't catch my n***a

Might pull up on the corner like that's my n***a

And burn this b***h down like Left Eye n***a word up