Lyrics:
you call 'em drops
Whatever you call it just drop the top
Nine albums out, ain't changed my talk
A thousands hoes walked on I'm still a dog
Ain't
and four albums that went gold
I represent a Benz, BMW and a Cherokee
And still the industry won't respect me
Yeah, they give a lot of respect and props
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
happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T,
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
Still living in my head
At least I know I’m not dead
Still chasing all these dreams
But now I face reality
I’m still blocking the way
Walls are
Yeah uh
Sig
Let's go
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Yeah
Look
Y'all still sleeping, wake up
My pen been gettin' sharper
Yeah I been workin harder
But also workin
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up
Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me
Pinkie rings, it's still M-O-B (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
I been tryin',
illustrated by myself
All of em narrated by myself
either let me breathe or get DDT'd,
Do you smell what the rock is cookin on ebt
I been schemin on it
out the hood, I want to stay in focus
I'm too deep up in the trenches, gotta keep my eyes open
And my last bitch still tryna fuck me, I ain't notice
mind I swear that it’s vacant Im feeling complacent I'm gone Tired of being at home Tired of being surrounded by people n still I be feeling alone
back into town
With a look that's all my own
Natural predators will walk on by
Not aware of what I used to be
c fragile thing
c covered thing
c thing
So by the time we hit the stage
My fever started breaking
I could see it all
I could see it all
Why stephen went away because
He said he needed
de Ya'ohs' cloth
Minutes dem a pass by
When de Government dem
Act like dem care
Yuh better prepare
Fi all de jancro dem
Who fly up
Eena de sky
While de
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
friends?
So how are we supposed to stand up to them?
By the time you hear this
I'll be on my next album writing timeless lyrics
cnd some rhymes you cherish
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
push and coast while I roll pass by
Fictitious, pathetic raps from idiots
In a city where street cred seems tedious
Monotonously dull underhandedly
as soon as you release your new album im goin to kill myself becasue I hate you
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you pick up the goddamn phone, I think im
.jpg/300px-Stills_(7044697055).jpg "Stephen Stills")
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