| I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
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| Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning
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| Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh
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| Ah, diamond in the back, sun roof top, come on
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| You know the rest, homey, you know the west
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| Sticky dope put a hole in your chest
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| We grow the best, cob rep the code to the death, with no regrets
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| I’m a fully loaded rock star, uzzi keep shooting at you snitches in the cop car
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| Louie V, Hewie P Newton, the Oxy pill …
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| House nigga, I was in the cotton field, now I’m bout to clock a mill
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| Presidential rollie shit with that Baraca pill
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| I ball it, kick it, like I’m on a … soccer field
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| Wonder Pac would feel? |
| How would big papa feel?
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| To know it’s still real niggas counting dollar bills
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| And I keep a loaded chopper for you dirty bastards
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| Cause the beat to murder rap you gotta murder rappers
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| Leave you leaning like some purple…
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| Million dollar story hoe, this the early chapter
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| I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
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| In the coop with the seat back is where you find me
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| If you ain’t got your money up, never mind me
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| I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
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| Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning
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| Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh
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| I hang with gang bangers and some crazy ass white dudes
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| Nigga with an attitude, rappers think they ice cube
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| But I seen your kind of soft … like my junior
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| I’ma call you high-school, aight?
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| True or false, before your album dropped
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| Tell me was you a boss?
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| You say yeah, that’s ass the foolest as the jewish cross
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| You don’t even believe it
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| Got me wondering who the fuck you are when your music’s off
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| For what it’s worth I still recall, eating a … still manage to do my work
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| … now they call me el hefe, I learned Spanish
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| I be lying if I say the money make the hurt vanish
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| But it helps when these hoes suck a boss player
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| Still love black women, fuck John Mayer
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| I got a white girl, fat ass, blonde hair
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| We make good music every time I …
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| I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
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| In the coop with the seat back is where you find me
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| If you ain’t got your money up, never mind me
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| I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
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| Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning
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| Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh
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| And the beat goes on, no sleep, been in the streets so long
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| Mama called me like please go home
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| Mama I need to get these c notes on
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| See I’m all about action and less hoping
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| Better die with my smith and wess smoking or having sex stroking
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| Just joking… know I’m not
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| Life was a… when I left her, she had her legs open
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| And on my tomb stone, tell them put st st
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| Cob till I diem y nigga, st, st
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| … ironic, a stand up nigga, but still the chairman
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| I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
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| In the coop with the seat back is where you find me
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| If you ain’t at your money up, never mind me
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| I got my whole hood rolling right behind me
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| Diamonds in the back, sip syrup got me leaning
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| Rolling up a fat, fat swisher while I’m singing, oh, oh, oh
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| Music is my life, st st, cob, st, st |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Diamond In The Back , by - Crooked I. Song from the album In None We Trust - The Prelude EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп