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Where my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfucker Word is bond, yeah You better check yo self before you wreck yo self Cause I'm bad for your health I
the motherfucker Word is bond, yeah You better check yo self before you wreck yo self 'Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Dropping bombs
It's a bad idea, To go down to the pier By your self after dark It's a bad idea, 'Cause they're down on their luck And they've lost touch
T-are-you ya heard me Your daddy dollars y'all huh see-Murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide Whatever, uh huh, watch em. [C-Murder]
These are the days [Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)] (These are the days) These are the days (when we parlay) When we parlayed (just me and my team)
to your mom and dad Now it's too late to write your daddy and your mama's feeling mighty bad Won't you come on home boy come on home boy Your mama's all
[Trick Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land
I had a partner named Courtney Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head I had another partner named Terry Dead, he tried to flee the scene
thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
You're the son of that Indian scum If you value your hide then you better abide By the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like
Let me introduce my self I'm the one who rules the set So don't you forget Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons But you ain't
your reflection [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] There is no king for the throne I seat All by myself, so alone I leap For the young boy, daddy
the victim then some am I Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but the got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run
humbly For things that have not gone wrong Imagine the frustration Of losing bearing of the simplest thing So come with your best And do your worst
house with self determination They're both gone but I know that they're listening to this song 'Neath the San Fernando ground on the west side of town
dirty deeds If your period's on, then fall to your knees Bitch, you belong in a sex asylum Every trick in the book, your dog ass has tried 'em Blame it
around for over 200, 000 miles/ With no tags/no insurance/ On some old bald head a** tires/ My alignment off/timing off/ S**t lookin real bad/ Cuz Im
of us Find that life ain't beautiful We switch to Pharmaceuticals Your nine to five Ain't suitable For the cuticles I'm going bad Currently I keep
she's back with her old lady And now I got it goin' on and they sure hate me Now I'm a gone and she's alone Her mind was playin' tricks on her One
Time has got you by the tail Your tail You don't know what you got till it's already gone And now this gone as you can get I try to reason with you
call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done Dealin' cards with an old man on the club car many a point nobody's keepin'
"Want to see the world, ain't scared to do it Even if, your shocked by it Me and you, lost when you do it By myself, better off bein' you"
and shoot a little love scene If Hollywood had called her she'd be gone before your holler, come on Pretty little lady with the pretty pink thong Every sugar
cuts drive against the belt Sheet, he's bad by his damn self Yeah, his one job cold threatens the crowd The loud sound pound to make brothers proud
You've got a cardboard house Live there all the time Keep your memories tied with string The face that many once adored Twenty years gone maybe