211-187 Lyrics by Unlv

211-187 Lyrics

    Chorus: {u.n.l.v.}

    211s at night 187s in the day light
    Nigga we just don't give a fuck
    211s at night 187s in the day light
    Nigga we just don't give a fuck

    Verse one: {lil' ya}

    Nigga's be try'na rep and some fool's
    Be try'na buck but lil' ya that type of
    Nigga that just don't give a fuck
    But nathan and if you hatin' then
    You's a hater but i'm straight out that three
    So how the fuck you gonna fade her
    Soldier with a heart made of steel
    Like my nigga b, i handle business on the real and
    Then i chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
    My bitches cuz i be hittin' 'em regular like
    Dre be hittin' his switches
    Clockin' my riches as i stroll through my hood
    Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and
    For you nigga's who ain't go no love
    I ain't got no love for you chumps
    Cuz i'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em
    Like a philly blunt
    Yeah, i'm gettin' my grove on
    I'm ready to move on
    To another level rob some nigga's or
    Whatever i got big nut's
    I got a big heart like i said it's been that way
    Since fuckin' start, you know me from my
    Fuckin' crew, you know what i'm bound to do
    I got a pit, i'm ready to spit,
    I'm ready to serve to uhh!

    Chorus

    Verse two: {yella boy}

    I even got's the boogy bangin' at'cha
    Grab my zookie if i have to
    Daze you up like daz
    I don't give a fuck like kurupt
    I'm dismantlin' mc's that come against me
    Me and the tecster in broad day light
    We comin' to do thee fuck it
    Of course, i'm a show no remorse
    Don't mean the boss, i never forget hoes

    Verse three: {tec-9}

    I'm gettin' skiet like that, i'm slippery like ease wax
    I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle
    As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and
    Called me a nigga

    Verse four: { yella boy}

    I'm dumpin' you bitches out like boss hog
    I don't give a fuck about y'all
    You don't know what i would do to you
    But i know what'cha will do to you
    I would serve you, i would fuck clean over you

    Verse five: {tec-9}

    Y'all know that i'm back
    Like brand new wax on brand new cadalac's
    I'm mourin' i'm yawnin' plus i just
    Lost my equipment bag

    Verse six: {yella boy}

    Sweatin' like a zoo-loo to do you
    It's best you fuckin' scram
    I'm a champion i'm dumpin' on 'em
    I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em

    Chorus

    Verse seven {lil' ya}

    I'm bout to do a jack
    I got on all black
    In my hand lies a tool that
    I call my mack
    It's like my best friend cuz when
    I spin the bin it don't get jammed
    Bullet's chargin' like a ram
    You bet's believe when them hollow's hit'cha
    You goin' in pocket bitch, you better drop it
    One nigga tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
    On his arm was a rolex, he flinched for
    His gat that was stashed in his suit coat
    I had to show him, i had to fuck over him
    Stunt a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on
    Then i put the key's on the lab and
    Niggas started pushin' slab's
    My pocket's started gettin' swole
    My knot has thickened
    That's how it is when
    Nigga like ya, is flippin' halves to
    Quickers, quarter bird's, to bird's
    Keep a brew full of rock's
    Cuz my bitch need a serve,
    Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
    Same time, beatin' you nigga's down
    With my bat if i ain't got that iron
    Leave yo mama cryin' why you shot my only son
    Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now i'm done
    Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
    Drain got me loose as a goose and i wanna shot
    We put in work, doin' dirt everyday
    It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody
    To buy some yae, can't be no miner
    Got to be a big tymer, because i''m down to
    Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
    Cuz i'm

    Verse eight: {tec-9}

    You bitches don't know the fuckin' size of this shit
    I'm on the rise with this shit
    See tommorow, the fuckin' clip bitch
    2-2-6 my boy's comin'
    Mag-11 hollow tip's nigga
    Better start runnin'
    When i start comin' up the block
    With my glock like a mad man
    In a mad rage face is caught on the front page
    Let them bitches catch me down bad
    With my 12-gage

    Verse nine: {yella boy}

    You despise, why i'm up in disguise
    Now you paralyzed plus you realize
    To stop playin' with me
    My click is quick to let them bullet's fly
    Click ya fuckin' self ya bitch you
    For you get downed

    Chorus

    We droppin' 'em stop playin' with me
    Stop playin' with me

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