Lyrics:
seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto, go figure
with my zombies and
My goons like Transylvania
My niggas got it low by
Scalpin' tickets out the stadium
My messages is free movies
That’s word
wanna write
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave
Me peace of mind
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night,
DANZE? ] Who the fuck you think it is?
By the law of the street, the best way to track his ass
Is to catch his ass [ ??? his ass ] and to jack his ass
that you see is probably styled by me
I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare
Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?]
Listen here, we outta there,
that you see is probably styled by me
I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare
Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?]
Listen here, we outta there,
what to do
He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered indians
White is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is
seven, I got Jumbo Jacks
Would you like your cheese with that
Yeah I like my cheese with that
Crack in the box round the clock
Open all night pitching
Conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
"Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white whip sit
Like a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this
fuck them Federallies
Muthafuckas can't get enough bread at
Rally's
Bringin white girl through Mexicali
Homies come up and got dead in alleys
Cocaine,
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
of suit's show
For the dough bro
And some white folk playing polo
Economy up and down, yo yo
Still make the peak
Couple of cash gigs stretch like elastic
chance or might
Army you should go on tour with me
He said this street the next Hollywood
Only me and army filming maybe it could
Film ten minutes he
All white buffs like I'm from the D and I keep the Bucks on me like I'm from the Kee
But I got the 30 on me like I'm from the Bay
I'm a gorilla in
soul with me, woo!
Stranger things have happened
And a white boy like me blackin'
On a track I'm going bad again
Got a baddie and she going Randy
on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
so get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight
'cause I'm scarin' ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube
looked up with Quentin at the Tidal show, I know he got me
You bet my 'gera you a jack-ass
They know not to try me
I can tell by what they rockin' that
The jokes on you jack
Who the fuck you gonna call
When ya shit towed, by the repo
Can’t tell you girl so she the sin n folled
Now you getting played like
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
there
If you're gonna fuck around, better come prepared
For the Karens in Keds, my girl a Carol with a K
Pullin' drive-bys on a Cracker Barrel buffet
haters wanna doubt that I'm Luke with the Force
Man, they kids got the scores, screamin' too much hot tours
100 million records, all the work I put in
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