Dubb - Bodega & Liquor Stores lyrics

Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll Like LA and ...could tell by the finite On the black women test and said Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll Like LA and ...could tell by the finite On the black women test and said Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up Bodega and liquor stores Same sh** is different cos objects are walk in our projects where we getting smoke In the back shutting craps, needed that with a Ceo Got crack in the ego, empty but got time to reload Catch you in Manhattan then get in a train in the station By a box on the hustle, rebel for possible waiting Look I usually wear chucks but I had to throw all my chains Cuz I aint use with the snow Only snow I know is the Shutter and stife to the pipe, clearly Im stuck in this life And spend this b**h to this highs We had the black means on rights We chick from Maley coa, we usually eating that homie But coat to coat and get stove f** it they kept the lights on Judge me if they know I was wrong, but free my n***as was righters And get out the twins towers won and polute all the writers All the nights in the streets for a better life for my Make sure hes a fan, f** the fans n***a is on Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll Like LA and ...could tell by the finite On the black women test and said Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll Like LA and ...could tell by the finite On the black women test and said Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up Bodega and liquor store Im the best from all Spanish Hold on, now give me, give me aah And your packet is a rabbit yeah We aint have the same Come on to that up and down My n***a I love the way you go bang and banging W rather go with the badest b**hes and traffic cuz motherf**er nothing last a minute We check for lay, ride upon me with heals I get a store and I will say how I feel My homies get all the rest, remember time in Minnesota By the night in two hours, they thought they needed Joe Coker But the boot never works And even thou they compare Im still fly after the worst play Shut up you, cant compare, dream it, soon as Im stuck on this play I hear my mama screaming, heey my essay is like Soon as Im feeling, Im getting yours now Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll Like LA and ...could tell by the finite On the black women test and said Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up