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be the ugliest homie in the gang
But your all in the game if your rollin in thangs
'cause girls don't care about how a nigga strivin
All they want
You sound a little crazy
But it could be the heat
I'm roasted like a chestnut
By the fire of your feet
Your body is a furnace
Your love is the coal
paths on a search to be free
Suspicion felt corruption had a piece of Gotee
Success had me stressed like the G-Mo-be	
Cee-Lo's verse on "Thought Process"
is on the big screen strivin'
Gotta love a nigga for survivin'
I wear a lot of old schools jewels.
Look how the fools ??,  oh.
Stop lookin' at me
niggas deep beat sleep
With a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
Three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Strugglin' and strivin', that's how
resources, 
praise God, and hope, for the best.

I over came everything
Every obstacle tryin' to hold me down
And young G that's a shame
The way brothers
Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?

I know what's wrong with that crazy motherf***er
He's just stand by the goddamn window
With that
fuck you

Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
Please send me a pops before puberty
he know that it's only G-O after life? My nigga been learned wrong
I don't plan on goin' to heaven, I'm tryin' to get ready for the resurrection
But
the lo-lo with the tec smokin
G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues
N.W.A. is back, this is front page news
I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22's
Bitches screamin
Uh I, I love the way you dance
And I'm tryna lose myself somewhere in your pants
Yea yea, yea yea

Baby, I need you K I S S I N G M E
I need you
Uh I, I love the way you dance
And I'm tryna lose myself somewhere in your pants
Yea yea, yea yea

Baby, I need you K I S S I N G M E
I need you L O
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by the lies we given
Seen these g's on these streets bleed freely but why?
It seem too many of us born to die

But
homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
of ?: 
'I like to start off by saying that prison is truly a living hell 
It is a place where love and compassion are looked upon as weaknesses
Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles)
Yeah, time to bring yo' ass to the table why'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles)
protested the G8
Got maced by female police
In hot black uniforms and boots
I got one's e-mail address

Still I'm waiting to see if my bid on eBay was
Yeah.. time to bring yo' ass to the table y'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los Angeles)
that's the life we livin' 
Drivin', that's how we driven 
Strivin, you must be robin 
'Cause I ain't given 
Shoot ya guns 

[Chorus]
Now when we
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
Washington Heights dime lo tato you know
Todo bien tato capo, uh
[Child:] Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?

[Mother:] I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn
[Xzibit]
Yeah, time to bring yo' ass to the table why'all
It's X to the Z Xzibit, yeah (Where you at?)
Snoop double-D, uh, O.G. (West coast, Los
Keep the lo-lo in the three wheel stance (Snoop Dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Still rock the gin n juice in hand (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)

I do it for the G
the P-G-and-E
Power come from the barrel of a bucker
I use the mic so that we aim at the same motherfucker
'Cause your shit could go gold, and the only cash