DEUCE KOMRADZ

DEUCE KOMRADZ - 100 Elbows lyrics

[Chorus]

Nigga, we be ridin', down 65

Hit 85 just left the west side

Out my window, be my left elbow

Hand on my wheel, sittin' down low

I'm headin' through Atlanta on my way to Chicago

I gotta meet this nigga with that good hydro

Headed down South with 100 Elbows

To open up shop 'cause this weed gotta go

[Verse 1]

I just got back from that windy city

Wit 100 elbows of that green sticky

Got a quarter a hundred 3-5 from 50

And if a nigga want some then he betta hit me

Don't try me boy 'cause you know I got that K wit me

Loaded, aim, and cocked ready to spray quickly

And I'mma put it on your ass if you fuck wit me

And hit the Interstate, nigga, doin' a bill-50

A purple swervin through the hood wit my car smoked out

Or at the green house wit my hair combed out

A nigga come trillin' we gon' turn the lights out

Just to leave the next nigga something to think about

I'm tired of these niggas hatin' lookin at me crazy

Actin' like they hatin' though I fucked they ol' lady

It probably 'cause I ain't served, but shit, it's all gravy

Catch me in the meadows, you can holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Blow it up if you want, but mine's pretty and it's betta

Just got the hook-up so it's time to make cheddar

Alabama, the beautiful green trees what you see

If you want it, I got it, so nigga holla at me

I'm that N-I-G-G-A, C-O-W-B-O-Y

Rollin' blunts, swervin', ridin' down 65

Windows tint, it's clear, and I'm still ridin' smokin'

High, and ain't focus, police can't approach me

Trooper tellin' me, but he know who I be

Escortin' me back to the G-U-M-P

Stop in P-Ville, where my folks live

Drop off some kis and bows to keep it real

Nigga, we be crunk, cause nigga, we be high

Chillin', in the meadows, where the hood stay live

Nigga, what you want, cause nigga, it's no lie

Nigga, what you need, herbal bing or cocoa pie

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Some up north niggas I know, got them thangs for the low

And that's fa sho, I gots to get me some more

Every nigga that I know that owe me dough

I'm takin' everything I'm worth to Chicago

A hundred pounds in the cargo

And if you fuck with it a hundred rounds follow

Yo ass, and then we match the gas, and laugh

How your body couldn't take the gun blast

I'm just protectin' my cash

A bitch gon' kill me 'fore they take my last

I'm a real nigga that's gon deal with you

I ain't gon' talk with you

Six niggas in suits gon' walk with you

I got that muthafuckin' dro in that purr

Them junkies need that medicine, bitch I got the cure

We stay live, and we smokin', ridin'

And I'm taxin' them boys, on the other side

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]

I just got back 2 days ago

And already got rid of 28 elbows

Pockets fat so you know I'm finna ball, boy

Hit the club, and I just left the mall, boy

I bought seven Sean Johns for my dog, boy

So live you'll think I'm on the soft, boy

Hoes like to ride with us 'cause they know we true ridas

And we might smoke blunts, but we don't snort powder

Got cheese like the mart, weed by the block

Making paper like trees so hold on by the flock

Gotta stop in the hood, the dirty crest side

Hit the spot with that good to keep the block on fire

But I can't stop movin', I gotta keep crusin'

'Cause I stay on Remy and I really hate confusin'

So you might see me ridin' down I-65

With a TV in my van, and a blunt in my mouth

[Chorus: repeat to end]

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