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should work

My father gave me my shotgun
That I'll hand down to my son
Try to teach him everything it means

I'm a man of my convictions
Call me wrong,
my name like Rakim
Islamic Doctrine
Brethren of John Hopkins
Run with goons from mostly summer and Tompkins
Best jump off
Before you get dust off
with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch

Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
almost illegal

Well we woke up in a barnyard
When I heard a farmer shout
"Get away, boy, from my daughter!"
When a shotgun rang out
We took off
She
you every day, bring my money home to you"
One day he up and left her and ever since that
She waits down at the end of that dirt road for young Johnny
every day and bring my money home to you"
One day he up and left her and ever since that
She waits down at the end of that dirt road for young Johnny
crazy, want me for my dear autograph
And it's me they be admirin', my new style of rappin'
And brothers go around me, how I done the insanity
smart and laugh
As the girls go crazy, want me for my dear autograph
And it's me they be admirin, my new style of rappin
And brothers go around me, how I
fall in love with me

Then with my double barrel shotgun
And a whole box of shells
We'll celebrate the fourth of July
We'll do a hundred mph
soul should work

My father gave me my shotgun
That I'll hand down to my son
Try to teach him everything it means

I'm a man of my convictions
And we're starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!
You ain't got to tell me why you're
soul should work

My daddy gave me my shotgun
That I'll hand down to my son
Try to teach him everything it means

I'm a man of my convictions
Call
And we're starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!
You ain't got to tell me why you're
me ride 
You by my side big girl, yo we will never die 
I'll be your Hollywood eyes and send you swingin' baby 
Bring it home to pappa and Rock
had some sense of integrity
That would rise above whatever tried to change me

But honey now I won't wait
For something to bring me around and smile
a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body
a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body
certified
Glowing by the zone, nigga, worth the grown
Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone
Take you to my home where we zip it up
of white lightnin'

[Chorus]

[Moka Only]
Where would we be in the world,
If we never did our thing?
Please believe me it's my world,
Everybody hear
On the day you rattled up the line to work my family's land
Mama caught us smilin' as she took me by the hand.
She said "What your young heart sees
got me feelin' buzzed
Ghetto breed felonies, my niggas face the judge
The witness tryin to place his mug, the D.A. tryin' to taste his blood
Superman
You see this "S" on my vest?
And Lois Lane ridin' shotgun in that '09 Vet?

It's Superman
Faster than a speedin' bullet
When I pull it
beret
Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the brain game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
Let me
Me black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback chain
to penetrate, man
All our minds being neutralized by these fucking Playstations, man

My father's generation they had fire in their bellies, man
We sit there