Lyrics:
Never be intrigued by the young boy face
Look inside me love you see I got wild taste
I don't really know but
Somebody said that
A high-priced girl
to school, Steve," he'd say, "I'll school you
Fool"
I'll school you, fool
But Steve did as she said, and piece by piece
His total college credits began
play it straight do what you like only do it up right
Take your time don't run wild
Mama said son you're my one man child
Mama didn't have that
and sent a text
Are you up? and she said yep
Wyd? she said
Chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep
it
Just want freak calling, we could link and see what's happening
Like Raj, Dwayne, Fred, i said, yo this a celebration
I copped some pine and had it
ain't right, but I'm alright
That's a lie, I can't say I'm fine
But why? I can't say, but I
"I bet you're confused, John
I said there were two of y'all
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
and slang dimes
I see this all the Goddamn time - it's fucked up and it's the truth
Nevermind the shooter on the roof
It's a war goin on right here, where
I got a headache this big
Word up, word up, word up
It's kinda hot in here
Haha (word up) Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo
Noise flew in from Winnetka,
Stole each fellow's heart and then
Big Noise flew in from Winnetka,
Big Noise flew right out again.
Stop! Look! Listen!
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
This rap, rap, rap, rap college
With my big fat neck I stack, stack collars
Better watch my moves it got mad, mad colors
When God made me he said
fuck who I choose
Not looking for love, that shit hurt
Last time you left a bruise
Riding by myself blowing smoke in
The wind while I cruise
Riding by
fuck, fuck the police!
(Fuck them motherfuckers!)
Fuck the police! (Come on come on!)
(The big payback) You're motherfucking right, yo
Fuck
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
Yeah don't do it
Fell off into a party in the cpt
Niggas looking at me strange
But I'm up on the game
I
the name
You know my game
Elm Street's the place if you got the time
Listen to this, you'll bust a rhyme
Fred Krueger the myth, or Freddy Krueger the man
It
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
bitch)
These are the tales that I tell so well (Short Dog)
I'm thinking way back, it's been a long long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
plenty big faces to spend on you, in time
I'll be yo' penicillin?, keepin? my jimmy chillin?
What more can I say? Top billin?
Niggaz got the feelin?, I'm
[DJ Quik]
Yo, mesa name is DJ Quik, and this is dedicated to all the bud smokas in the
house if you like to roll up a big fat huddha and smoke it.
smoke them Beverly hills, from California
Them bitches after me
So I put that paddle on 'em she rode my dick
And said she shoulda put a saddle on him
I
crazy man, I gotta get it right
15 years old I was looking at juvenile life
21, I ain't coming home for a long time
And my bitches steady writing but
That
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