The Rules - Krondon

Hook:

«Y'all know the rules»

California critical shit 12″ inch

One strip so they eat up your whole compact disc

Los Angeles

Take they terrorists

Blond wave black fist incredible lyricist

In a never endin' quest to get rich

I hold a grip with time to breathe

More tricks up my sleeve than about forty thieves

With forty ____ in a weed spot runnin' they tree

All money to me the 360 degree

Now we max and relax like cool breeze

But they all fucked up in the street

Avoidin' front page fame so I’m holdin' my heat

So low key that none of you niggas is knowin' me

In '98 I only see weed

Only we hopin' Allah see me

And only be left bless my family tree

Until 2000 but fuck school like '83

Off Hennessy for all enemy

Lovin' dollars like all you gangstas love Impalas

Never put a bitch before your momma

Stay tuned

For the love hella right to 12 jewels

Nigga you know the rules

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