f/ D-Reck, Noke DHa, what, uh huh-uh huh-uh huh, whatWreckshop, Wreckshop huhNoke Deezy, D-Reezy[Hook]Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeeeCame to Wreckshop, uh huhJust to let you boys know thatWeeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeeeCan't be stopped, uh huhJust to let you boys know that[D-Reck]It's whatever whenever, wherever babyYou gotta have bread, if you want it all gravyCountry like jeah, but these cats can't fade meHeard what I said, so don't try to play meI came to Wreckshop, came to blow the spotLike nitro I'm bout to blow, cause my flow hotSince the days of P-A-T, I've been holding down the streetsGot a deal and got to eat, putting shoes on his feetThe Lex needs Spre's, let me defreezeMusic is to bleed, but the game getting sleezeWhy this broom in my hand, like I'm the sandmanSwooping...off the stage, snatching mics out they handNow it's my time, gots to put it downEven if it's night, I can make the sun shineIn this game I'm making hits, the Shop is the...We the lottery pick, ain't no stopping this[Hook]Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeeeCame to Wreckshop, uh huhJust to let you boys know thatWeeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeeeGon turn it out (turn it out y'all)Just to let you boys know that[Noke D]It's the Noke Deezy, man I'm off the heezyI came here, to do my thug theezyPlease believe me, I wreck shopEvery damn hood, every city, every blockGot it on lock, muy calienteRiding like Sensei, rolling on vientesThat's 20's, if you didn't knowMy whole roll, sold with your...Moving too fast, you need to slow downCity of Syrup, call it H-TownWhat you lost, is what we foundPlatinum songs, platinum boundSee I'm a platinum soul survivorI'm a platinumlly, providerI'm a platinum ghost riderAnd I'ma always be a platinum street fighter[Hook]Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeeeCame to Wreckshop, uh huhJust to let you boys know that[Z-Ro]We came to Wreckshop, until the Shop is wreckedSurrounded by A-R 1-5's, and glocks and techsIt's Z-Reezy, D-Reezy and Noke DeezySipping on something purple, blowing treezy believe meMaking it look easy, when I'm doing my thangWhether Southwest red, or hoover blue in the gameGot our grind on, lying to fellas that's outta lineAbout to burn me the plex...chest with that ironFeeling fine and lovely, even when it get uglyI know I'ma make it, because the Lord is above meDivine in the bench, and make me hard to hitHating me is like a habit, and it's hard to quitI'll be chasing paper money, making maneuvers I'm mad with itActing like a fella, that ain't never had with itI'm a soldier united for cash, worldwideI do the body rock, and then I do the Southside[Hook]Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeeeCame to Wreckshop, uh huhJust to let you boys know thatWeeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeeeGon turn it out, uh huhJust to let you boys know that
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