Jay Worthy & Harry Fraud - Believe Lyrics

[Intro:]Ay what's happenin' Fraud ?Finna' bring niggas back to L.A one timeLa musica de Harry Fraud[Verse 1]This da Hendog sippin', wood grain grippin'Stashin' my ol' school, no I ain't slippin !Slidin' down Rosecrans, yeah we tippin'Original paint on my 5.' drippin'Designer ion't do that, Palace i'm fittedAlerts in air up on fairfax, yeah we did itShoutouts to shlow mo, yeah we did itIf she say that i'm her best friend, then yeah I hit itBack to the program, bitch ion't hold handsBoogie when I get down, bitch ion't slow danceWe can wine and dine but bitch ion't romanceI got her feelin' ways while we listenin' to these slow jamzBitch i'm a grown man, bitch I drop 10 bandsI know I said it once but, bitch i'm from RosecransDon't make me say it twicе, like bitch i'm from RosewoodsThis toolie on my waist, turn a nigga into no manIn thе land of the grace, i'm a legend like i'm O'sheaFriday like it's day-day, old school like i'm K.DBut still in the mix, like you've heard my verse on zay-zay'sSo bitch don't play play[Chorus]I say, who do you believe in ?I hit the block, cherry thang like I bleed it.40 cal on my lap like I need itI'm addicted to the fast life and street shitThis G shit likeWho do you believe in ?Drinkin' Henny, smokin' kush while i'm speedingRollin' gas, pourin' drank so i'm leanin'She hit tha Ave for a King, that's some P shitThis street shit[Verse 2]Have you ever lost all o' yo friends that you believed in ?Same ones believed in your vision, nigga i'm speechlessAt the funeral, hearin' 'bout other murders to grieve inThey say this shit been worse than the eighties and I believe itThe homie held me down with a 40 can, said I need itDrivin' up the bossed up on four's, nigga i'm leanin'Tha whole blue, right before winning nigga that's decentWhen you dealin' with a bitch that you knock somewhere in PhoenixAnything over 365 days, she a keeperI don't want no bitch that be callin herself a demonSquare joint took me the whistle and we went skyingHot tub sippin' on thoties, like I achieved itIt's the dream lil homie, hotel and snow-bunniesBig rims on Lex' bodies, we thug it like John GottiToo many dead homies so I live my life on fully...Free that nigga Wider and Butley[Chorus]I say, who do you believe in ?I hit the block, cherry thang like I bleed it.40 cal on my lap like I need itI'm addicted to the fast life and street shitThis G shit likeWho do you believe in ?Drinkin' Henny, smokin' kush while i'm speedingRollin' gas, pourin' drank so i'm leanin'She hit tha Ave for a King, that's some P shitThis street shit