Lyrics:
blunts all in the clubs
Keep a bald fade for the bitches to rub
I thug for mine that's the difference with me
From the ball playin' nigga that ya see
every word of the chronic
If I get signed to Dr. Dre
That aftermath'll be ironic
I tell a bitch make yourself at home
Get comfortable
Let your hair down
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop
originally
I know the girls like it
Vixens acting all coy playing hard to get
Like the songs by this boy
Yo dog, The Woman at the Washington Zoo?
Yeah, that
now is reducing
I'm gonna make you wish that
You stuck to producing
And you're not even a good producer
Your girl looks like Medusa
Basically that's why
my thugs get dirty like we running
In the mud, we 7: 30 livewires
Plug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard
that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you
Aunt Annie's
Then I fell in love with a flattened fanny
I'm getting out of here, before my penis gets hard
And I get thrown out by the security guards
much 42, shit I think its 43
She on her knees, uh
By that water, feel that morning breeze
Moved from rags to riches, uh
Yeah, that’s why they
moneyman
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way that we ball
Rims so fat, looks will digitise it all
Get your moneyman lock your
sets, wrist so fresh
She so fresh, my girl got a girlfriend
Man, I can deal with that
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya,
a favor and get creative with the rumors that you circulating
Higher-ups are purpose-driven
That's why you could never make it
That's why when I call
we have to
Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried
To let it shine
But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt
You get it, Lyt?
That's
on jit, he was singing more than a choir
Tell that boy get the fuck from 'round, man knowing his ass he wearing a wire
Nah I ain't the father of your kids
Stay G'd up from the feet up, while your heart pump duck sauce
I love it when they tough talk, my guns lust to bust off
But every time I squeeze they
suit, no tie
Niggas ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo'
You leavin' the hotel 254
Today was good to me, I went to the Goodwill
With the ten
the top, yeah Felicia went that low
All on that coochie, we eating it Harry
Givin' back shots, can't dodge, can't parry
Marry your Jane, gotta ask her
Brodie got that purp and yellow, mixin' it like Derek Fisher
Baby why you actin' different? Actin like you don't marry
Yeah I got the whole team, I know
that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you
and yo it's givin me a boner
I got thoughts of Annie Oakley
But that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me
And we didn't even fuck
I
marry a girl, I'm occupied by digits (Go, go)
I love money, baby girl, I love that money (I love that money)
I love money, baby girl, I love that money (I
Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats
See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate
Twenty-something years later, I mastered it
Seen light poles get used
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