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And I don't even know if you loved me back
Even if I were to told you by the end of this
That I love you and I hope you have a good life
I know you
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
Hey, I really need to get this shit off my chest I need to talk to somebody
Let em know how I really feel I need to go back to my past, hold up
Man I
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
and goin'
And this is how we do it
Can you feel it when I spit it, gotta get it
Goin' through it
'Bout to bring 'em back that 90's like 1990
When I get it so
and you can see why
This album’s filled with random thoughts from an average guy
And that’s me, what i’d like to be known as publicly
Just a guy chilling by
fad's at
While fans cried ""bring that boom bap back""
Saw lines crossed between hip-hop dudes and dance acts
So I U-turned my arse out the booth
Told my
I keep them by my chest
You know we will never rest
Not tryna be puff off that ledge
We really ain't kid with this one
Stew gang gonna
Sweep you
Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust
and and never returned
Now I'm just waiting to re-emerge
They tired to link back up but I had to let it burn
All the things I've learned, one them was discern
You
and
Me, it's that I be talking 'bout work I really put in
2 albums, 4 covers, 2 songs in less than half a year
Sounds like really you's just mad I'm
the waste man's anymore
Brought an Uzi to the venue keep it on the low
I got people that would die for me I hope you know
They gon' play back all my albums
out now if you really want more
Let me take it back a few years describing the scene
In Cleveland, Ohio we're at Notacon 3
A hotel party that was
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
I was making records but wasn't making money
You can take it seriously or you can think its funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
dozen
Of tracks on this album, you get hit by a bludgeon
Of raps and rhymes, just listen to the fussin
A wojack bojack, kickin rhymes to novac
Battlin me
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
a sick flow
You newcomers better sit back and take notes
(Yeah!) This here my time
Here I come, better run, take what's mine
'Bout to let off like
you got a back up plan 'cause that shit might come in handy
Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it
This year I'm eatin' your
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
days.
Listening to what the wise man say.
And what they say is live life day to day and love it to the fullest. Cause if you look back long enough you
back
Then I met you, thought that we would be a match
We could catch a vibe, me and you side to side
I could feel the energy by lookin in your eyes
We
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
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