Lyrics:
out where they sleep
And we don’t care who getting whacked
It’s a code that we live by
And we call it honor
If u ain’t take em from us
Then we would not
Heh heh, alright, alright, alright y'all OK
Come on y'all, crowd around daddy now OK? c'mon
Y'all just sit there and listen
I'ma tell you about
And you know I can (ah c'mon)
Tell that you like it
And that it's good, by the way
That you move, ooh, hey
The road to hell is paved
With good
fatheads and tell 'em put your head where my palm is
See your ass on out, call the chauffeur
Speed dial, no sir, under there, Orpah?
Catch a rest from
don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy my boy my boy Ice Cube
Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house
Won't you tell 'em what your name
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
love what this country boy can do
Go get the skoal spit with the lighter style
Big boy so cool I make all them girls smile
So tell me what you need
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
would be in a right
bloody mess I tell you.
BRIAN
(who can stand it no longer) Guard!
BEN
Nail 'em up I say!
BRIAN
(dragging himself over to the door)
know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone
The more I get
The more my ambition tell me there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl
baby, I'm a scumbag
And I'm priceless plus Tax (O oh)
Lord I thank you for these bricks man (O oh)
I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey)
Don’t get
pieces, you understand me?
I wish a *** would come in this ***
If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, "Hey, how you doin', Suge?"
I didn't even know you
to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
There's a storm comin' that
, tell em, tell em, what
Tell em, tell em, tell em, yeah
Tell em, tell em, tell em
By my side I always knew, there'd be someone like you
Who would see me
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
rhyming
He don't talk about they diamonds
And how they be out there shining
For the wrap
Hey were trapping
Tell you all they be at there grinding
can stay or I can go
Hey Yo
Why you gotta tip-toe
Why you hot yo?
Like I don't know
What are you saying so?
I can stay or I can go
Tell me why
FLOW WITH MORE STRIFE
'cause the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike
games, ooh
Gotta tell 'em 'bout Jesus still
The King who dies and heals
You know who He is when He's out in the field
Let's keep it real, I don't
(thug)
Every block boy needs a little love (little love)
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (hey, hey)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up in a truck
Got
(thug)
Every block boy needs a little love (little love)
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up (hey, hey)
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up in a truck
Got
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