Lyrics:
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's
a mile in my shoes, get the street news from Meth-Tical
You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
Ayo kid you gots to be kidding
Allah said it's
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
buggin', boy
You know they trained to go
(They was movin')
OG Head got the pole, momma
Love always told me, "Never love a ho"
(Nah)
Got the G's for the low,
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month
you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold
You know it ain't no stoppin' all tha doggs I'm droppin'
It's Friday night so everythang is poppin'.
I got skin lets spin on da hand
So let tha
daddy's daddy rolled like a stone, denying his lead role
My daddy broke the chain
Far from perfect, close to G.O.D. though
He parented hard like Joe Jackson
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
(everybody clean)
Fast lane doin’ 250
Stock raven I got screws missing
Rock paper scissors i bet you niggas ain't know what to do with me am the one
If
can break our generational curses
I hear Chuck
I hear Chuck
Come to us
Come to us
You want wisdom
You want love
The songs we sing make you numb
Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
People of all ages
I go by the name of Phil Augusta Jackson
This is The Redondo Tape
Shout outs Nick Lee
Six
tie my shoelace, college life, chuck a duece
Keep spittin' til my heart goin' waaay off the beat like it's Blueface
And ugh... blah blah blah, you could
I do not give a fuck (A fuck)
I just played some keys and some strings that I plucked (I plucked)
If you caught slippin' by me that sucks ( That's
and the legendary Mix Master DTX
Real hip-hop legends, fiftieth anniversary baby
Chuck D, I see you my g
What up Nas
Peace to Pete Rock, DXT, Keith Shockley
Mobb
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
of chances (yeah)
I told wifey, "I got rules, if you call and I'm with my ho then I don't gotta answer (baow)
You say that I ain't shit, well, you maybe
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory, my hardcore
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
Ayo yo, what's the 411, hun?
(What's
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