Lyrics:
Verse 1 *(Numskull)*
Once upon a time, steppin on the scene
a dope-related youngsta, rappin hella clean
a cool type of stance, don't trip where
at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
Romantic type like the movie Casablanca
Herb seller, once but busted by an undercover
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
fill it with a flow
Tryna run through that B, get left by the pole tho
Cappin' that, yeah, but that nigga just told her
Rappin' that, heppin' that,
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
by making this motherfuckin' world rock
Side to fuckin' silence bitch for years and man we still ain't stop
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese
platinum
Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum
Goin' hard, gangsta, triple platinum
Triple platinum, forty cars like I'm triple platinum
Four
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
worlds collide - one survives the reaction
Hold tight, keep yourself together
Cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather
[Chorus]
I can see
the corner at the table, surrounded by glock babels
Get'cha gangsta endurance, and y'all just represent the label
And um, and um, and um
Better move ya-better
I never woulda started rappin
Would you still hug me if I told you it was bound to happen
What would happen if the world ended tomorrow
Would you
the region
To help save the city from the carnage (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm too big for these lil' niggas who talkin' that yap
I don't like or follow none
roll cause nigga it's my time
Peace to the homies from the Four and the Duece-Nine
So motherfuckers give me my props
And if you don't
My .9 is gon'
bein' blinded by the pettiness your ass play
Bust a free for ? ? fuck niggas 24 hours a day
Wanted to get paid, so I started this rappin' shit
Now it be
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
Intro: {Talking}
The Bay Area, the yay-yay
That's right, fo' flavors
Rappin' 4 Tay
It's for them suckers, whodi
[Verse I]
You baller blockin'
know what I'm sayin'?
I'm the realest nigga in it, you already know
Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?)
A lifetime
This is a world, world, world, world world world
Premier, premier, premier, premier
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, yeah, Def Squad baby, what?
2002, yeah
Pac,
Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocks
I'm slanging these tapes we banging
Steady hanging on the block
Pac,
Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocks
I'm slanging these tapes we banging
Steady hanging on the block
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
gangsta rappin'
Holdin' it down makin' it happen
From Oakland to Manhattan
If I was eight I be damn great
City to city state to state
Won't never be
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