Lyrics:
is licksin, for a lil rotation
Don't need it for the placement
They call me tyke ignition, in a blizzard, Shortstop baby
They can't fade
it...
Now I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin' dollars so long
Drive a brand new
what you've got, make them all believers
For God sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher
Kris Kristofferson - Help Me Make It Through The Night; Bob
Young love is still a love
Though we don't know how to work it
What's purpose? Maybe we should let go
Try again in a year maybe we should realize
Time is
Of those who pose, case closed
I'm dynamic with panic and that's exactly how I planned it
[Chorus]
You better peep 'cause the price steep for those who
to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim it to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
Hammies
let me go
I said it's time to go
Please take these shackles off of my feet and let me go
Let me go, let me go, let me go
I said it's time to go
This for
Play it fast
(Let's do it)
Play it hard
(By heart)
And rock 'n' roll will never die!
Play it fast
(Let's do it)
Play it hard
(Right now)
And rock 'n'
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
the way of life (word?)
If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic (grab it)
Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one
Grab a pen and pad,
Latin history in the
Making for trill title takings
Like taking the love of Bob
Marley from a Jamaican
Y'all faking but for Bun B we
Will ride until our
mama sang a song
(Rock of ages cleft for me let me hide myself in Thee)
I guess the old house is still standin' I don't go back much anymore
No voice
can't pay me enough for you to play me
It's cockamamie you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I
listen to the gossip while i'm pickin' thru your pocket
By the time you find you lost it, already made depsoit
Buzzards and ticks and vultures who don't
Yeah
Uh huh
Aye
Dedicated to all y'all that been down from day one y'know
For you
All y'all that never left our side y'know
It's for you
Get on your
to get laughed at by you and your mans
But I never let it get, stay true to my plans
I used it all for the studio (Now you understand)
In the grocery store
Coupe Deville
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my Caddy will
Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it East Side
that?"
"Hear what? I don't hear anything unusual"
"A sort of strange haunting music
It's been coming in on a interstellar frequency
But at regular
a fan (woooo)
Issa jane ride
Listen to that J-ROC (aye)
How that bass rock
Kick it hear the bass drop (let's go)
Callmebob be in the booth, so you know
Now it's just kind'a common to hear these people go off on me like I'm fuckin' Madana
But at least with my fans, I never let 'em down
Barely just where
and amps
it's time to get down, get down with the Sound Pro camp
And clap your hands, to the rhythm we bring
this is a joyous event so let your physical
rappin'-ass niggas wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggas see me with that dough by eight o'clock
Devil right? (right)
But I ain't them (nah) they ain't me (uh-huh)
with some bullshit college-ass rappin degree
But let me show you how we do it, duh duh
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too
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