Lyrics:
pool up in the roof, I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having things, diamond chains
Doin' it till my money came
imma fly young'n
YSL jeans and these rocks on my neck
I don't play with no hoes
Give her dick, then I dip
Puffing Cali moon rock, got exotic by the zip
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
[Turf Talk + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink nigga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon,
tired of swolling dope
everytime I see a cop car
can't leave this spot
till all my fuckin crack gone
six rocks never asked the Lord to let
[Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in
ya
system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio
takin'
calls.
rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
(shit was dope)
Hey, yo, Eazy! (wassup?)
Hey, man, why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit?
Woke up quick at about
H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine
Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off
Got
in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in this world)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
(Balls)
I started small time, dope
I'm running with the
Tech they call a ref
Man I threw my dog a bone, I told him fetch
My dope is loud
I can't hear you, what you say?
(Boy speak up)
Dirt
Pull up in the Tesla like Skrt Skrt Skrt
Friday the dope boy Monday
Tryna get this money by Sunday
Prayin' that I leave hood one day
Saying imma
broke
Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No
broke
Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No
the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up
that's how I rock it up
presice, before I chop it up
I sell it
my dope fiend test the product to see
know act like you know
Yah heard me You understand me
Ya dig
You know
You know you know you know you know you know you know that it’s dope
(shit was dope)
Hey, yo, Eazy! (Wassup?)
Hey, man, why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit?
Woke up quick at about
e oh
Ti n ba ji lowuro, je n ma ri e oh
Now till the end of aye oh
Odo oh, Nne oh
Whine your body, for me oh
Work your body, for me oh
Rock your body,
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
tapes when they put me in jail
Straight, from the C E double L
Nevertheless, funky fresh, boy I'm never stale
Pumpin your brain up with game gettin'
-E (Crowd repeats)
The Soul Sonic Force
You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world
[Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in
ya
system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio
takin'
calls.
Megatron
Understand I'm past hip-hop
I should be put into tiny ziplocks
Distributed by those who flip rocks
Leak use after word Smith be
So dope you
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