Lyrics:
feelings
She just trippin’
Yeah, pockets got obese
I’m bout to fly to Greece
By myself, all alone
She want a condo and kids
I gave your shit a listen, it’s
the slaves that got platinum plaques
Our culture made everybody rich
But us, show me the money, bitch
Y'all got me pissed
Doin' this for De La Soul, TLC,
heart at all
(no, no, no heart at all)
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, to handle their guns
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma
pussy you can pay me if you wanted to
We'll go all the way I can take you to the home plate
No Alizaé we taking shots of Patron straight
Don't fuck with
Way (MAKE WAY)
All day reppin' East LA (EAST LA)
So you best-a-make way (ALL DAY)
Reppin' East LA (MAKE WAY)
REPPIN EAST LA
LA
LA LA LA LA
I took philosophy in college it was really dope
The thought of finding God first really gave me hope
But as the days passed by
I started
max with young godz who got the guns
Knowhati'msayin son?
Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up
Knowhati'msayin son?
Yo son you the first
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself
All alone in the zone drunk by
the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I
Al enemigo nunca le des la espalda
Y acordate que vivimos y morimos por la pistola
Yeah we live by the gun so we die by the gun
And trust me you don’t
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
, going back to LA
(Going back to LA)
Yeah, I got some pints on the way
And some Percs on the way
So I'm going back to LA
(Going back to LA, yeah)
I got
circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
L.A., Kingston, New York and London
Move, nobody fight, form together as one
This gun pressure soon be over and done
??? the road controlled by
mean
Blah, blah, blah, la-la-la
If you wanna leave, then bye, bye, bye
I'm a big girl, so I won't cry
Don't sing me a lullaby-by-by
Blah, blah,
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
one on me all the way from Texas reported stolen
Go and get a gun and start buying some jewelry
If you too shook to tote then just hire security, ah
it together
And fuckin' wit' All Out, you cats know better
Yo, how can I trust you when I don't even trust myself
Sometimes I wanna get guns
a Bullshit three ring circus
Sideshow of freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away
Any
from a planet a long way from here
And I bring a message for mankind to hear
And suddenly the sweetest music filled the air
And it went la la la la
[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
fa la la la la la la la la
tis the season to be jolly....
[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[*Gun Shots*]
Merry
y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all holdin'
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We
brought all kind of fades
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am LA
Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns
Lion)
La la, la la, la la, hey hey
She and all her girlfriends they
Go out dressed to win
Assumed they had clean energy but
Took to no enemies
From boys
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