Lyrics:
J’s
Killer California ain’t no place to vacate
Niggas break safe to save face
Make your fate wait
Haters tugging on my dick like a shake weight
If it
robbin',
Your money or your life and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
I never get the working
You know I heard they hood robbin',
Your money or your life
your paintings on the sidewalk
And by a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, boy, you come home to me"
And she
walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
said that you’d be gone tomorrow
So many other paths to follow
Sorry babe, no time to borrow
Guess I’ll see you in the by and by
Gone baby now but why
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said, 'No, would you come home to me?'
And I said, 'Hey, ramblin' boy, now
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
ill!!!
You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on homeboy and grab her.....
Tape
someone's gotta do it
Mothafucka got beef, better grill it up and chew it
I'm like a drum line with these punch lines (No doubt)
Ain't Nick Cannon, but this
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
I'm a Beretta, a go-getter
Mo' wetter Loretta, dope-getter
So better for weather, no never so clever
Go whether or not the teapot
Or the beef might
When you touching money, you could tell who ain't a buck
No lie Daddy was a player so I had to game you up, believe that
Baby, baby, baaa-by
Baby, baby,
but they ain't got no bows
Flippin' them packs, boy I get them for the low
Living that Cali life, I stay on the go
Everybody talking, but I don't take
ain't all good
So keep ya eyes on em
'cause if it ??? ??? line, we gotta slide on 'em
Ride on em
I gots no problem kickin' dust up wit punk ass
on the sidewalk
By a cafe club I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston, She said no
But you come home to me
And she said
Hey ramblin' boy now you
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, no, would come home to me
And she said, ramblin' boy why don't you
where my heart went
Ain't no water gun, but I'll pull up, leave the park drenched
Wood full of- (shh), think I'm runnin' out of oxygen
Young as hell,
on
Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a bitch to me
because I just begun
But soon to be the best MC (under the sun)
(under the sun) (under the sun) (under the sun)
(Now old grey-hair granny ain't here no
still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'
Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself
thoughts
And I ain't talkin' bout no bitches
Just me, myself, and I
C'mon
I just left the pad, 'bouta go hit the bank (go hit the bank)
Fuck a cab, bitch I
dead wife
Dead bedrock head shot, I'm a hit him twice
Then clear out the block
Until there's no mo' life there
Top dawg ENT, bitch we right here
We ain't
your life for a settlement
Yes, I am the best and no, I ain't positive, I'm definite
I know the game like I'm reffin' it
This is Tha Carter, Tha
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