Lyrics:
picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease
then picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me
help you choose it (2x)
I'm so glad I got my website,
I ain't worried bout mtv,
I got 20 videos, buy 'em all on dvd,
I'm so glad I got my website,
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high
up with the times, and then
Yo, and then it moved from five or six songs, shit
Nah, nah, it wasn't even that
I hit you with ten joints at first
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
think I'm trying to take his spot
I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock
Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot
And niggas trying to gun me down in
Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-dub
Why you really trippin' cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin' cuz
We from a different street, all got that
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', come on
The first day of the rest
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bouncin', come on
The first day of the rest
think I'm trying to take his spot
I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock
Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot
And niggas trying to gun me down in
a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood
spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
And go take about like twenty G's from Gino (Notorious)
Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out
their own choices and live with it
Twenty years later them same strangers
You make 'em meet again
Inside recording studios where they reaping their
shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now,
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
and go take about like twenty G's from Gino
Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here
Nigga
man, don't know the difference
When you're in your twenties making parents' livid
'Cause you making millions
Make 'em wanna live it than you make
Light on my toes
Left him ten feet
Part from his heat
Play it softly
The truth speaks through this poetry
For me to call shot
Cock block my life
shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now,
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
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