Lyrics:
positions till it's hard to bend over
I'm a very special kind, I can't let you shine
These rappers out their mind, don't compare to me combined
Take a look
homeboy Eazy E in de house
won't you tell 'em what your name iz?
[MC Ren]
MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner
I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was
This shit been overdue
I'm still not over you, oh
This shit been overdue
It's the T-Mix, baby
They be like, "How many songs can you make about
way up there
We gone grind till it over
You better Stay fly or get flown over
Yeah we about take over
cnd you ain't getting money then homie move
altitude
I'm a boss bitch, I let you spread the rumors
Yea you talkin' shit but not an ounce true
Million dollar misfit, my money pilin'
All over the lettuce
yeah, yeah
Till I can't fall, I'm gettin' to the top, till I can't fall, I'm gettin' so high, till I can't fall
Till I can't, till I, till I, till I, till
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
I'm a static addict
No fear you gotta
Know I had it
If you know better
'Spose to do better
So I know like Al Green
We gotta stay together
Knock
pullin' over
Whether you in a beater or a Rover
They take the pistol from their holster
They get to shootin' like it's Villanova
I'm lookin' right over
(system'll lose you) - yeah!
Omen, listen to the flow let it
Take you where ya goin'
Billie jean step over the
Track till it's glowin'
You thinkin' I'm
I'm overseas by mid october
Fell in love with that fast life
That gettin cash life
She said what's your life like
Send a text aint write back
Said I
a bunch
I know I'm frozen as fuck
Cut myself and shed my skin that's how I open it up
Stoners will never get bolder
Till they get stoned by a boulder
Over
Marching like parades
Gettin' sick of the charades
Tryin' not to spill my brains
Yes I'm the worst
You know all of this hurts
I can't wait till I'm down
In
You order something on the ice
I'm missing out on gettin lit forgettin' nights
You in Oakland I'm way more So Cal
6 am but the boy need to
Yeah, you
my head, yeah
Over my head, ooh
Over my head
Little girl, I was so mistaken
Thought that you were my friend
In a world that is full of hatin'
I'm
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
Taking Over The Club
My pockets is fat and I’m fresh as a bitch
Ice in my chain round my neck and my wrist
Top of the game I’m the best on your list
You
to back, we gettin' them racks
We flippin' them packs, we smokin' on gas
Smack her ass, slide in from the back
I'm pullin' her tracks, she don't know how
the real me, mmm-mmm-mmm
Over here, or you go over there?
Alright, it's gonna shoot us in the, whoa, uh-oh, uh-oh
Ready mama? (Yup)
I'm so proud
I'm like Samson -- Samson to Delilah
There's no denyin', You can try to hang
But you'll keep tryin' to get my style
Over and over, practice makes
waistin' no time
Ain't no waiting unless you don't know what you gettin'
M.I.P. to my nigga Stacks
Is big Stacks for my nigga Stacks
Is money over Eazy never
industry,
I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Y'all gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch
rhymes
For your boy pick a bell in the bathroom
Penalized doing it till he get tired of ya boy
That shit between me and you niggas
Then trying to figure
Don't block me
Might run you over
Don't block me
Move over
Don't block me
Might run you over
Yeah I'm washed up but I'm still on my grind
I know my
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