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When a man is running from his boss
Who holds a gun that fires cost
And people die from being old
Or left alone because they're cold
And bombs
When a man is running from his boss
Who hold a gun that fires "cost"
And people die from being cold
Or left alone because they're old

And bombs
When a man is running from his boss
Who holds a gun that fires cost
And people die from being old
Or left alone because they're cold
And bombs
freeway, I straight dips 
wit a fat one rolled up to puff 
I'm ready to hit it and I won't quit it until I get enough 
tokin nothing but the bomb thats
freeway, I straight dips
Wit a fat one rolled up to puff
I'm ready to hit it and I won't quit it until I get enough
Tokin' nothing but the bomb that's
and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in
Dre, its still cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin' livin' definition long as my hearts tickin'
I fought
of thoughts
Democratic gats
Saved by the judge
The flavor, that was brought about that day
Steaks come out, raw

Say oh! Clap your hands
Let's start
Dre, its still cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin' livin' definition long as my hearts tickin'
I fought
its still cavi
I'm eating steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I giving living definition long as my hearts ticking
I fought
its still cavi
I'm eating steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I giving living definition long as my hearts ticking
I fought
the knapsack

Today's niggas do skate by hits
Run in your crib on some 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' shit
But not homosexuals, they master in gun play
the picture of survival
Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
We the motherfucking JETS
You just motherfucking clown shoes
Borrowing ya big homie
through the hour glass
Can't stop the hands
Try and watch the hours pass
You by like you standing still
I smoke - I fuck - I kill these pop stars
Bitch
boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner.

The rest of you can look it up when you get home. in addition to writing he indulged in a good
Eatin' steaks 'n shrimp
It's kinda hard to miss the crew
Because we all got limps
We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons 

The super saggy rags
dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine
That
repell
Followin the chorus
Indorced by the force
And honey I just wanna hug you're curves like a porsche.

go ahead throw them sore issues back on the fire
again
Some try to assault Dre, it's still cavi
I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality

I givin' livin' definition long as my
Oui, d'accord, Venez!"

Are these the people that we should bomb
Are we so sure they mean us harm
Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime
Is this
a papsmear
Cat's stear outta my way and split as I switch to my fast gear
The fact's clear Rappers, they act queer, lappin' up ass hair
Yappin like "That's
demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse

Uh! Full court press,
man...

[Verse 2: MURS]
Look; I'm not your average rapper talkin shit about the government
Its not that I'm lovin it; it's where I live
They tried to bomb
a whole lotta +cheese+ at +steak+, the beef killed it
I'm about to blaze, bungee jump off a building with no rope
The Game ain't no joke
That Bruce Wayne
love but
I be doing dome shit

Oh naw, big Snoop Dogg
Party all night and we like blowing them bombs
Suit game Gucci, steak at the Palm
Cootchie