Dre - All I Know lyrics

Swear to God I won't tell Swear to God I won't tell For my clique I'mma ride or die For my clique I'mma ride or die [Repeat] Eating on some chips Smoking on a blunt Chilling on the front porch Gray court pulled up in the front [Interlude (in Salute Me Or Shoot Vol.2 Mixtape)] Ladies and gentlemen BOW! bow bow bow Dre, Cap, Flocka, Flocka Cap, Dre, Dre, Cap, Flocka, Waka, Waka All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal, and sell dope Roll dice, get money and gang-bang with my folk Dre, Cap, n Waka Handguns and choppas Can't find you then we dumping on ya mama [repeat] [Waka Flocka Flame] Never again will I let a folk try me 45 on my hip, go'n check 'em if they try me Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump ba*tards From eastside to Riverdale fake wheels thunder bells That's gone keep my pockets swell Hell yeah I rob 'n steal Gucci he go'n post da belll Hand on my dick like f** jail Swear to God I won't tell Swear to God I won't tell For my click I'm a ride or die For my click I'm a ride or die Eating on some chips Smoking on a blunt Chilling on da front porch Gray court pulled up in da front porch Now I'm grabbind on my pistol And I'm running with da blunt They think a n***a scared I ain't no motherf**ing chump All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk Dre, Capp, n Waka Hand guns and choppas Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama [repeat] [Dre] Ugghhh! betcha im'a bang mine Mac 90 lift 'em, give 'em Micheal Jordan Hangtime Bricksquad, bricks in, n***a it's c**aine time! 5 finga, bird finga n***a thats my gang sign Try me, please come try dawg, one mans not man enough If he stands 6 feet, bury him standin up Nobody, I mean nobody on the ??? as hell Grand national on 24's, ain't in Riverdale Yeah try ta act right now Cuz I'm in that damn roof, I got that Mac right now Told you n***a try ta act right now Cuz I'm in that damn yard got that Mac right now All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk Dre, Capp, n Waka Hand guns and choppas Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama [repeat] [Lil' Capp] Yella tape, white top, black bottle bag Ambulance on the way, cuz I shot his a** He wanted beef so im around, round lookin for him Let the coppa heat him up, like I was cookin for him AR-15, call me 1-5 You tried the wrong dog, like you had 9 lives p**y cat, p**y n***a, what you lookin at? Cuz all my n***as either robbin or cookin crack I'm the King of the Jungle, betta remember, a**emble You like Terrell Davis from Denver Cuz everytime you see me, you be runnin back You know my Favorite 4 words, Where The Monay At?! All I know is smoke weed, rob, steal and sell dope Roll dice, get money, and gang band with my folk Dre, Capp, n Waka Hand guns and choppas Can't find you den we dumping on ya mama