Lyrics:
T had da power, hearing gunshots lickin' by the hour
When Too Short bumped in every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast
(chorus)
the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
you
But you fall in love so easily, could you do me a favor
The time you getting take it, and hold on like a waiter
And the Lord will leave you tips for
that ass
Where the hoes at
Tell a hoe she can quit all the fakin
Where the hoes at
When she know she ready to get naked
Where the hoes at
CRE 25 in
think
They speaking down on my name
I told em kick rocks
Put a frown on Dey face
And ima big shot
I talk big shit im at
The tip top
My wrist watch
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
all in tips, ha ha"
I said, "Girl, you must take me as a big jackass"
I'm like, "Please, we both know money is hard to come by"
Her bullshit might
a game you play until its all tip-top
and life is a game with a checklist that must be ticked off cause
I'm pissed off now she's walking with her hands
wait till the morning shines
Tip toe through warning signs
Cause you're coming for me, for me baby
No worries 'bout crossing the line
Just want you by my
scratch my neck
You don't hold back
Yea
I'll give it all to the altar
Possess me, won't falter
Tip toe
Through the window
By the window
That's where I'll be
throw the powder in the air, now they all a witness
ooo shit, i make hits, pool stick
aquifina, cool spit, in they ear like q-tips
who’s this? signin’ 6
walking back to the truck gun in his waist
He said yo partna got the cash turn around gun in his face
All his niggas up them stick they ready to shoot up
dang night
Just give me a break before you get broke
You to to be saved by Jon the Pope
'cause sucker emcees don't be the might
'cause you all want to se
All about my skrilla ain't got time to entertain a whore
Cuzzo went fed he in the pen with the white boys
Let yo blood shed all I'm hearing is that
dirty, just like u.g.k.
4 tech 9s, and a muthafuckin ak
Niggaz ain't playin, down south bitch we bout it,
I told y'all niggaz in 96, damn, don't y'all
talking 'bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work
Bang on ya' gang culture, out of this world
It's all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don't
we'd sit by the school
Da clubbers is out so the kids act a fool
Rednose was da shit but we all in grade school
Shouts to da asians who runnin the store
monster
Let's make a movie in the club and get it nominated for 5 Oscars
All these girls lookin' at me and my dollars
I had so many glasses I don't need
that you couldn't do
Parapa...
But you never never tried
To see me in my own light
And you never never knew how much I loved you
And all that you could
a good tip, tip, tip
Though I said
Get that grip, grip, grip
Went faster on this side
Watch me flip, flip, flip
Overnight, overnight
Let em call it
the river for miles
Realize
Love is like the tip of an arrow
To the heart
Holding your hand in the dark
Sunrise
Love me when the war is all over
A false
Ayy, these niggas want advice
That's alright
Here's a tip
Live your life how I do mine
I just wake up in the morning and get high
When I'm high, all
starve yo
Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble
Rockin' all this ice, I'm just tryna hide my scars tho
Somethin' bout that Wraith and them lights,
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