Lyrics:
on the scene
Surrounded by homicide forensic team
Yellow tape... (mmm)
Haters glad that I'm dead
Pedestrians walking by
And they just shaking their heads
and yellow bones
This from the catacombs, this for the broken homes
From the south side of cities where my granny home
I moved to California, I bring
on the next nigga's mackin' style
And it's all from head, passin' round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched
shall start again
But in his anger...is a nation broken in two
And the doors of ? shall be open for the chosen few
And we call this land South Africa
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
go, baby name the town
We can go up north or head down south
Roll down the windows with the radio loud
Come on turn it up, yeah
Start living your life
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I'm at the bar
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I like it when she shakes it
too
Last year went to South Africa, by
Toto, I've got a feeling we are not in Kansas anymore
We could be taking photos by the river, dancing
I don't
his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off,
pullin' up the two from my pants
Shoulda capped his ass, instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away,
daughter in time for school
Takes two buses and a train, to make it to the shop another day,
She's never late
Well known by her coffee making, after years
a fucking Lambo
But I'd rather buy mud trucks, smoke good weed
And roll that shit by the fucking handfull
Yeah, I'm tatted up, 26, from the stix
Got
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
192, the Bouley Fran Lew
Merrick, Van Wyck, Hollis Ave, Guy Brew
Head up Jamaica Ave cop a tape by DJ Clue
Move to the Acres, sipping on a guinney
know or establish where
They were coming from reporter:
Police say it all started in South
Jamaica about two and a half
Miles away From the shooting
master your primary locus
Locusts let unto the wind, wherever they go it is chosen
Universal law guides from the shadows, never broken
Put my hope into
Verse 1
Good time we just in here for a good time You know Ray bans in the sunshine
Fresh fit, the whole 9
2 stepping on the beach wit my tan line
I
pregrant
And if that ain't some shit 'cause
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked
mouth, it's gonna flood south
To the ground, and you're gonna know I don't fuck around
So if you think you had two soft newjacks
We're gonna have to off
mouth, it's gonna flood south
To the ground, and you're gonna know I don't fuck around
So if you think you had two soft newjacks
We're gonna have to off
I take a trip to the north,
I take a trip to the south and then I head back,
Nigga I go on that mission,
Nigga I go on that mission, Im Wearing all
Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South
Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership
To the drinkin club
Uh
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