Lyrics:
The D.A. got a daughter who be fuckin around with different niggas
D.A. had a nephew who play villain D.A. know the difference
Prosecute the real
I been grinding I been working like a Mexican
Boy don't make me have them looking for yo next of kin
This was by my OWN
I say hold on now lil nigga
be spending my time, defending like porcupine
Imma droping all my flow on the next bar
I'll be spittin all my rhymes like a nascar
Imma tuck in
Time for some fun, time to be happy
This one hell of a night
And I feel okay
Dance if you want, roll if you can
Smoke up your weed, twerk if you want
the patience, oh no
You see me and act like you don't care, like you don't care
But every time I look I catch you in a stair, oh I got you
I can tell by the way
that would rob a jewelry store?
Your honor, objection!
His opinion should be stricken from the record!
Objection sustained, prosecution next
a mistake is aight
But if it ain't, I'm a tell you straight, time to say goodnight
Nobody likes to be played regardless of the relationship
But shorty's
they doin' bad
Every time we come outside, we say, "Look at they dirty ass."
He ain't worried 'bout it, he just keep his head up
And say, "One day, I'ma
I burn the next MC like gonorrhea
Knock the boots on a girl named Althea
Then pull her friend by the name of Maria
[Kane]
Well I got
and forth like we playing ping pong,
one minute I'm right and then the next I'm wrong
How many times we gonna sing the same song?
Babe I don't wanna fight,
packed with all these lame lil motherfuckers
Everybody wanna be a hard stopper
You won't find too many riding out without a chopper
They end up dead
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that
got is time
You want the world
Imma give you Mine
(Got lil mama saying)
Ain't nobody fly as this
No smoke
Could make you feel as high as this (Nah)
hands together
Put your hands together for D-Roc and Kaine and DJ Smurf
Next time a red neck put a pistol down
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard
that shit hurt to know
Next time mind your business lil bitch, That shit personal (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Pers- Pers (Persy) That shit personal (Pers)
flex
Eh
I ain't never had enough that's just motivation
It's about to be my time by my calculations
Know it's hard for you n****s but you gotta face it
to school
Yeah I learned how to hustle I'm just goin' by my time
You don't know me like I said, that advice ain't worth a dime
Investin' in my craft
Tryna
I'm probably not the man you take me for
But I bet I could be if you make me yours
Most of the shit I say is true
When I'm done with bad bitches,
Narrator
And now it's time for Silly Songs with Larry, The part of the show where Larry comes out and sings a Silly Song.
Narrator:
One day while
had to
spend the next six weeks in lip rehab with this kid named Oscar who got
stung by a bee - right on the lip - and we couldn't even talk to each
If I could change
Yo mind
I would have you here right next to me
Don't matter place
Or time
I always thought you were my destiny
Baby you bring out
They got all type of shit
Anybody could get
It goes from H to Ex
To lucy ciggarette
For my ghetto legend
Known from Lil' shyst running
Cop codeine
to stop sellin' drugs
Spendin' time in the basement kept
Me from actin' up
Zonin' out, wishin' Dre could check it out
I'm here now, I can't believe it
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