Lyrics:
12-inch subs, not 5-inch lattes
We take Valley girls and make them sluttes
When you come to eat at the Comptons
We got the meat and you got the buns
Oh,
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
To introduce the Too Damn type posse to you
I'ma start the introductions
two bottles at the same damn time
Placin' orders and can't even finish all of it
No phone in my loop, no holes in my crew
No flaws in my chain, my
THAN RHYMES
LIVE AND D.I. Rect
THEY TUNING INTO LIVE
TO SEE WHAT WE GON DO NEXT
KEEP GIVING THAT RAW SHIT
IS WHAT YA BOY DO BEST
BASS PUMPING
TWO
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (woo)
Phone
Its been too fucking long since I been in this seat man
Im back though
This the beginning
The beginning of the end
Let me tell y'all how I been
But if yo shit is legit, then you can join my crew
U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short Texas
Niggaz on the track droppin shit about TX
As long
juice
Nine inch stroke game me that boost
Flipped truth for lies to his demise
Stay true or bounce, I had to choose
To love myself, protect my jewel
Live
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
toc
My chick, gone pop
Put sticks on Opps
If they say live long, blocked
Bitch eye been on top
Shit don’t stop
Hit 2 times with the bass turned up
Face
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
in your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 12
With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck
in your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 12
With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well, what'cha want to do with it?)
One day at a time
[T-Boz]
Stuck on me at waffle house
After 1:12, when I go out
Where do
Can I live? Can I live?
Yeah, it's me, huh, I know you all seen me
I'm the one who brings the blingin'
Pushin' whips and 22 inch chromes spinnin'
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
vagina, discussin' the finer things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream (uh)
theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it
what got you jelly
The car I got, got a pot belly
I'm out here trapping
With this here sincere rapping
I've been shooting straight
Since two inch
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
the blem
Yea I smash by the two so you needing a friend
Bring that ass to the room and I’m leading em in
Yea I’m built like broom so I’m easing it in
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
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