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a one bedroom
Well hm - it might be on
Ménage-à-trois, open la bouche, taste la bomb
Teresa's roommate walks in
6 ft 2 with a wig and a stupid-ass grin
the sticks
Remember to keep the de la/de la/native tongue
In the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area clicks
Are you frightened by the weight you possess
Or is this lie just weightlessness
Smoggy twilight in L.A.
I can't think of one real thing to say
on chrome is how I drive, with screens fallin' in the back of the ride
My music screwed and my drank is purple, go and take a sip I'd be obliged
I'm comin
Stick in pins killing me slowly 

To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud 

you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
never mix your business up, with fallin' in love
Money break hearts, that's why the poor be holdin' a grudge
Until we rise, we gonna stay in front
they just beatin' up
Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles
Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book
Give them livin'
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave
on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix

(Disc jock)
It be some classic
Stick in pins killing me slowly 

To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud 

you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
Stick in pins killing me slowly 

To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud 

you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
mean you my pa'tner in crime 

Like that check this out  let's let 'em know summin' 

You know niggas should've been plugged up 

From L.A
mean you my pa'tner in crime 

Like that check this out  let's let 'em know summin' 

You know niggas should've been plugged up 

From L.A
used to think LL stood for Love LA
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga,
coast, East East coast

Yo when Snoop and them was kicking buildings down by your fucking house
Most of y'all was fucking quiet like a church mouse
Roots!

Praise for the days when I couldn't get paid
In the fix on the mix in the damn projects
Cracks for the blacks but I couldn't sell that
Even
broke it up
I always thought to myself "Damn, why they fucked it up?"
But never the less I was in love with the microphone
And it stayed that way until I
Stick in pins killing me slowly 

To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud 

you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
in the mix it's time to chill
Char-la-la brought the on' what is asked in the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight

And Nate got
chains, nice thangs so I rhyme (Rhyme)
I got money, if I'm late girl, buy time
Nice dimes, for ya friends, why'all be in love
Coke, crack, dope, smack,
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta +Hey Love+ all the honies cause they're short term
Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother he's
playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself 
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot 
Mesmerized from all the bitches
playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself 
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot 
Mesmerized from all the bitches
first bootleg was Boyz 'N The Hood
Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood?
When the cars ride by with the boomin' system
Two door