Teksty:
Frost Still Up In This Shit

a while You taught me so many things when I was a young child I remember growing up when things would get tough You would do anything to come cheer me up

Ton' G what's up [Tony G] What up man Hey where the fuck's Tootie at [Don Cisco] Here's right here hold on Frost [Frost] What's up dog [Tony G] Hey

top of the charts The shit we be spittin', be state of the art We rockin' ya block shit, wlyin' like rock shit Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit

a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank and shit

my peoples that be knowin' the time Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter, up ya lighter 'Fore we spark, check it out I walk through this field

What is time? Time is when a man is trying to make time with your woman But you're doing time behind bars and your time is standing still Yo, Frost, kick

shits I can?t escape it I try scraping them off But they holding on so tight It's like rapping a moth I leave you mothafuckers shaking In the frost

i wanna get up in ya heart girl i won't play wit ya head i wanna get up in ya heart [ gucci vs. two ] yepp, i still mob in my black tee she sleepin in

Out west they fuckin' throwin' gang signs up Wildin' all out and don't kid where they wind up Next day same ice grill inside a lineup Ya'll niggas' time's up