Lyrics:
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
and you straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's
When
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
fell in love, you got shot by Cupid
You haunt me and taunt me because my name is worth money
I give you some love, and now you seem to act funny
Was
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfucking Westside,
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfucking bird I swear,
today's doe money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No
need a bow
I'm different, opinions mean nothin' to me
Sittin' back, relaxing, stackin' that green
M-O-N-T-Y
I don't have to try
It's the melody telling
Bust at me Imma bust back
Your homie died you ain't slide for that
Please tell me why
Bullets flying
Niggas dying
Whole lot of momma crying
Bitch I'm him
the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four
Y'all cowards don't want war, yy'all can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink
Cool and Dre
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird, I swear
Disappear
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
Yeah
Uhuh
Wow
Look
Look
I gotta get up there's money to make
Riding on E like there's none in the tank
Ion do words like fill in the blanks
Fuck what
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
When
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y
[C-Bo]
Yea let's get this money though my nigga
Ahh man fucking on us man fucking on us
Man I'm not going back to prison nigga
I already got two
County, we go way harder
We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas
For on pray they raised to get money waist
We gon' get it off they pop like
thats a perfect release
Bought my bands, all my friends are deceased
Ten toes down but I got me a piece
I'm making money by rapping on beats
They be
Romeo exposed him, that nigga really hate him
He said you stole all his money, nigga, you never paid him (what?)
Why he do that to Lil Romeo? That's
baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I want, why cus' I can
Fly to Japan, baby
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