Lyrics:
a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson,
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
for me now
Only got one clique, we Outlawz on the Row
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes
Let them punks know
You don't have to worry you
Can ride with
fans when they see me
My nigga, I'm plottin' to get rid of you
Was missin' my man, he fresh out, he just did a bid or two
I knew this nigga since
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
these monodies
Nick is a winner, this G is a novelty
You can be bitter but you're just a wannabe
Ee! You can be bitter but you're just a wannabe
Ay you
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
Now you tellin' on your team before they read you your rights, nahhh
Big man, up in the mix man
Movin' the bricks man, standin' in quick sand
You
the ghetto's did to me (Baby)
And when you finish running the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look
you
I told my mama thanks, now the king is what I claim fool
When it comes to this rap game nigga, passionate for it brah
Your c.d. packages showing
all that power but you won't make change
But don't trip
We Crip and we gang up too
And if I do a count I'm sure we got more guns than you
Now just
the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
Part
my name, now I'm celebrating Hanukkah
Lewinsky bitches, young money Monica
I been hot since hedgehog, Sonic the
So could you pass me the keys
Holly turnt this shit up
Ace C on the mix
Know I'm a p fr
You know I sell ps fr
"Stacks"
Know I'm a p fr
You know I sell ps fr
I'm not impressed
and now we gonna run that shit
Lil bro to mad cause I just got hella drip
Made me stack cause now I'm lit
You look so dummy when I see you rapping all these
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
disguise you can suck my dick
Ima lay down look up in the sky smoke cake mix
You never heard this in your life this some punk ass shit
Punk as fuck so I
crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW
Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown
Brakes lock em up now, a rich bitch knock em up now
A plucked out eyebrow gal
yeah)
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you've ever been toetone
Go out and get your roll
one
To make you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had weapons
Just to teach black people one lesson
But I ain't goin to your school
one
To make you tap dance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had weapons
Just to teach black people one lesson
But I ain't goin' to your
he just
Has a little problem with you dumbass cunts
From school that always told me that i'd never be enough
Because i'm comin' up, now you wanna jump
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called
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