Lyrics:
like CPR.
Made the west side world wide.
No PR. Gangsta rap god. Imma end all be all.
California love from the Bloods to the C-Dogs.
The Compton monsters
the road
Flew back then flew in
My mum knows what I'm doing
And deep down, I know she's screwing
I fell asleep with 13 scores in my mouth
Had a dream about
That's what about rep that A-P-T's
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy
Triple C's the second, I get it fo'
on the tox' clippin' that clean
Holla on the block cause we under degrees
That's what about rep that A-P-T's
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I'm that
Living like a king or queen that's what I'm feelin
One of these days make the rules what I'm seeing
One step at a time for the time being
Have your goals
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
stick my head up my dick is
Being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look
Inside words and I hurl away
Until the world becomes my cemetery
This ain't no Child's Play
Charles Lee Ray can't stop me
I'm made up of demon's blood
that's the repercussions like when your cousin is causing the blood
Then you're by yourself at the Compton parade, he said
Aye, look, homie, I
Cause it's been graveyard shifts since I put dad in his grave
Made it out of the maze, I'm in amazement
No haram, I go ham when I pray
'Cause there's
We are doing nothing but giving people what they want
Defile, blaspheme, creator
Master over me
Defile, blaspheme, forsaken
Disciple of deceit
Blood
Yeah, P!
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
I could tell by your beard you don't love Allah
You got the Bryant Gumbel face
It go, waste removal, we
You wonder why
I hang with these thugs.
Whut?
I'm from the hood,
Nigga.
I gives a fuck. (I gives a fuck.)
It's in my blood.
Since I was little
(sniff)
Step up to my team I’m buckin whatever blood clot (Yeah)
Bitch I’m in your dreams, I’m flippin’ work at the bus stop (Uh)
And lately I ain’t feel
to me
Like hanging on a crucifix
A serpent in the garden
And it’s seeking for a juicy kiss
See my horns are crowning when I’m exiting the p**** lips
I’ll
of nails
Word to ?Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family then
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's
the dreamer got is his dream
And the good Lord made me what I am and I play the hand I'm dealt
Said sometimes the hardest thing to be in this world is just
what are beats when they just all really dead, I made a call for this, Kurfew made this beat so I just put it in an ambulance, cutting all the chords up
missin'
Niggas be actin like we savage
See I'm a get the cabbage
I got nutin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
I got a pet named p she
Okay, Ha, Ah, Ah, Yea, Ah, Haa
Okay, I'm ready
Listen
Maybe it's time to stop lookin'
Cause things ain't really what they seem
Maybe it's time
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