Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Order 20 Keys, artist - B.G.. Album song Chopper City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Order 20 Keys |
| Fuck all that asshole and papers on my mind |
| Trying to come up I need every single dime |
| Look out for me, give me something properly, 100g |
| Drop it on Ivana street to protect it |
| I’m up by 2:23 and some ozzies |
| I got a gang of B.G. |
| to work the shit for me A team with a little Terrance and a little g Alfred, Onry and Billy |
| Crazy phat, and my nigga Tyree |
| So when my nigga come home I can put him on his feet |
| Cuz I’m straight till the one put the drop on me Run it through the one and only staller |
| It’s a young G, nuthin else than a young baller |
| 4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you |
| And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew |
| I’mma roll and show the rest of my niggas |
| Everybody I pay got the finger on the trigger |
| I just busted B on his 200 g’s |
| He called DC and order 20 more keys |
| I got K-C and Sam running on his brother |
| In pewee running in the U.P.T. |
| 3 showed up, and the roofed came down on BFD |
| We got it all, so show us the 17 |
| The B.G. |
| is on top of Shacollars |
| Dream came true by becoming a young baller |
| Baby order 20 keys, hand em over to me |
| I’m B.G., and I’ma put em in the U.P.T. |
| Shits getting fleded, I got mine |
| A niggas trying to take it It’s must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb |
| It’s the dumbest shit, I’mma take it bust your shit |
| Now some rookies trying to show me up Ain’t that a shame now I gotta bring out the beast in me |
| I’m a jack so I gotta bring out the kid in me Act to flack of the 3 OD Clowns should’ve done what they did to me Bust hollow tips slugs |
| And they nasty ass |
| Digging dirty from behind my stash and cash |
| 100 g’s, wit ease, nigga please |
| What I do for my years, and what I’ma do for my cheese |
| I learned from the best, had to pass the test |
| Ain’t nuttin but a left hole in the left side of my chest |
| Fuck wit me and you gonna learn |
| And you gonna get snuck, motherfucker what’s up Ballers walk me out all night |
| And kibblers dogs with silly ass falls |
| I’m slippin, how you figure nigga |
| It takes street smarts to be a young baller |
| Now I’m bout my grip, gotta get my cheese |
| Gotta bout be my skrees, bustin niggas to they knees |
| I’m coming through your house with the glocs |
| Do whatcha got, I got a chopper |
| I gotta trunk full of funk for the haters |
| I’m always in the paper, me and my niggas are cappers |
| I’m hustler, bitch bustla, body disgusta |
| I’m the nigga you can’t trust, I’m a fuck ya Seein niggas comin down from Cali |
| They say yay it’s 4:00 friday |
| They come and serve some people a couple of keys |
| I gotta hits it, I don’t know, they gotta leave |
| Fix the sleeve, meet me in the medigree |
| At the tele, they gonna get buried |
| I already got it, straight down flat |
| Run in and out, click clack of packs |
| 4 niggas 4 keys, 4 tryin to play |
| I gotta correct it, split it 4 ways |
| I’m about having things, thats all I’ve been hoping |
| It’s open, so lets bust the town open |
| B.G. |
| turns to stand taller |
| Picture all there is, is teenage ballers |