Lyrics:
na y3n ny3 ne slow
Saa na me p3 no ohh
African girl oy3 goods o
S3 me b3 face de3 bush ooo
Me si ne sua no go slow oo
How thing tight suh
Skill fe de
before
You know the crew who likes to smoke the fuk'n draw
We've been quiet for a while and now we're fuk'n back
Trying to shag the birds but escape
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
and the crew
We got them bandz bandz, nigga we counting blues
We got them bandz bandz, racks on racks times 2
A 100 racks to blow but I never keep it on me
Yeah
I don't give a f*** about ya n****, baby
That n**** weak
Aye baby, you baby
That's some good p**** we can make a new baby
F*** you in
One Two Three Let's Go
DVS seven.zero and Miles Guo
Ito Da Truth and Topher too
Got us linking up
To do what we supposed to do
With the N.F.S.C
We
and every hood gee!
That's right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop
beat et tous le groupe part en live
A.B.C. mais non gros ça c'est JACKSON five
S.N.I.P.E.R. à ouais ça j'préfére kiquer le micros
On sais faire hip hop
Let's get 'em!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's get 'em!)
Hear the tale, of the n'Illtown O.G.,
to review the morals y'all live by
My main bitch a thorobread
Give a nigga thoro head
Call this my spit shine flow
Cause my bars be clearing heads
Y'all all
a perfect picture
Bombin' hooties with percision
Mind intensions to get with ya
With the S-N double-O-P dogg
To help my fuckin' homie
You's a cold
and every hood gee!
That's right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and Quest, Nice & Smooth & Cypress Hill
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop
bionic, you see?
Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I
bionic, you see?
Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I
the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought you knew, but yet and still
You want to get real, now
cope
(What up cuzin'?)
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
Yo, it's the R, a double P, E, R, N, O, Y, D
Niggas can't fuck with me, comin'
the shower head from gettin shower head,
(Bridge 2) (1:40 -2:20)
Leave, little Serena, 4 I must grieve n it’s cool, n it’s cool, n it’s cool it is it is it,
re-see downer
N 2Deep and Manish come about them pantses
On the table, on the frigidy, on the couch, on the canvas
Uhmm
Assholes and ellbows tell hoes
Whatever party's over
Tell the rest of the crew
Yo P, it's on you, what you wanna do?
Whatever party's over
Tell the rest of the crew
Yo P, it's
for the
Drama I seen too much n****s dying while asking
For their mama I can't stay true when n****s taking people's
Lives with commas I seen too much
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
Clinton
Les X-Men glissent comme 2 wilkinsons
Juste au niveau du cou, gauche
Droit dans l'mille on vise comme
Une bite, dans les cuisses d'une p'tite conne
[PMD]
An MC massacre, got a click and crew ready to blast at ya
(Why these niggaz mad, P?) 'cause we the masters (CLUE!!)
We catch you niggaz wit
I told him do something
150 for the boss
I gave him two something
I ain’t tryna fuck you by yourself
I’m tryna crew something
He tried to hide
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