Lyrics:
Oh yeah, alright
I don't care about the way that ya treated me
And I ain't crying 'bout the love I'm paying for
No, I ain't bitching 'bout
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
I'm
Shooting high.
Every morning, when I raise my blind
To greet another day
I begin by making up my mind
That it's my lucky day.
I'm shooting
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that
enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that
letter by letter
I eat too much
I drink too much
I want too much
Too much
I told, god, I'm coming
To your country
I'm going to eat up your
nigga (roll down yo window)
Just did a who-ride, meaning a homicide
Did a drive-by fuck it I'm from the Southside
To Richmond, California niggas
again it's finally happenin'
I'm lappin' in this luxury by nappin' in a big ass house
Chillin' with my homies on the West side, West side
Bringin' out my
Well I married a wife in the month of June,
Married her up by the light of the moon.
We live down on Cripple Creek.
We've been there about a week.
letter by letter
I eat too much
I drink too much
I want too much
Too much
I told god I'm coming
To your country
I'm going to eat up your cities.
me
Juve and B.G. with me
Turk and Manny with me
The C-M-B with me
They lettin' loose
Nigga be bout cha issue get lost in gun smoke
Now I'm
guarentee's, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are
hitting at hoes
Fuck this I'm hitting that I'm hitting em both
Have one riding dick, one licking my toes
When I'm loving these hoes there ain't no love
the couch (whoa), I'm zen the fuck out (it's lit)
Zen the fuck out (prr), zen the fuck out (wait)
Laid across the couch (couch), I'm zen the fuck out (yeah)
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
to makin' beats, I'm the MVP
I'm the main motherfucker, you're an NPC
Got 'em full of envy, the boy from M.D
Destroyed what I see, deploy, then I be
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little
This my last move and I'm gone
I ain't tryna come back, ain't doin' this shit no more
Tired of chasin' these motherfuckin' pennies
I'm tryna get
Man, we gotta go get something to eat, man
I'm hungry than a
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
50, calm down man, he comin'
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
On a fifteen minute break
We shared a cigarette, a long kiss
Then she stood there by the stage
All night by the stage
Man, what can I say
She loved me
innocence by
Grab on to my sleeve
The one that grabs at your ankle
Debate to understand that we all have a flaw
Then fail to represent your life as you
I walked by your house last night saw you through your window
In the arms of someone else now my heart's hurtin' so
I'll just call to send my last
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