Lyrics:
strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D
Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me
Yo Everything was cool but Vikky concerned me
Her
drink an E-40 I drink a Maxine Water
And take a D-Shot
And this is done by choice, not by force
I didn't wanna burn her
It was either right or left, I
on G's bitch I only do it for the P's
And I ain't never goin broke man I put that shit on me like dang
Breezy really stuck up in his ways I got a 7.62 my
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
slowly will
Surely become Audi
5000, that's word to the D-O-G
So what I'ma do is give these niggas the M-IC
And let them prove themselves
So you can
R.I.P to haters bring out the casket, man (rest in peace)
Talking shit you get hit by me and the JACKETMAN (ha)
Got a lot of shit to say I don't even
cannot finesse the finesser
9 millimeter on the dresser
Right next to the dragon dagger
By the green ranger
I eat up a rapper for entertainment
ain't for hoes)
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for
Uh, hold up smoke something bitch, uh, uh
Everybody want to know why the album was late
I was waiting for whitey to
Get fucking paper straight
I'm
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
Pound) Type of motherfucker
So if he's somethin like me
And you ridin wit the D.P.G.P.A.C. and me - then say "Buck buck!"
{*with singer singing "howl,
hear me out there?
(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd
and quarter pounds down to ozones
(Who you?) I'm Dat Nigga, D-A to the Z (uh-huh)
A motherfuckin' playa, for the D-P to the G
Connectin' lyrics like dot
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
bet this album fresh"
Premier was dressed like King, Guru was Malcolm X
In the video for "Who's Gonna Take The Weight?"
I came from the same place, I
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
evil but they heavenly sent
I had to live the life of darkness just to finally repent
It was lights out lights out
Album on the vinyl
Hide out night out
swag is but you was made in Paris
And Mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you'd
x2]
I put the D into Drugs an' the G into Guns
I put the D into Dubs an' the T into Thugs
I put the C into 'Caine an' the P into Pain
The G into
me by my last name
I'm feeling I'm not apart of this
On my momma side
I'm more partisan
It's obvious
Record called Pollard
But I'm talking to Amarionte
that's nice, its holographic
I'm working in the shade
So, I guess it looks like magic
And if I made an album
I just hope it'd be a classic
Life goes up
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