Lyrics:
New Jack sit, like G and Nino
Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns
You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue
P.R.'s
This here a true story about ghetto love
This shit that happened to a young nigga like Mac ya heard me
Check it
I met you at a fast food spot
shaking up your spot
Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops
You want to be a G, want to be just like me
Face the consequences, stay sucker
bitches at the same old spot
[OG Spanish Fly]
It's the vato loco who ain't no joke
Smoking and choking the indo smoke
Roll it up, light it up
Pass
that alright?
I love your smile, you smile so bright
I'll compliment you all night, that's no problem
If you got flaws I can't spot 'em
You ain't got
what that mean to me
'cause shit be gettin' so damn real
You gotta find some direction
And the game's put to work and shaped to perfection
So by
on the spot like forgotten kimchi
So in an attempt to become un-vaclempt
You are seeking diversion to lighten your day
Well, when you?re in New York
There?s
until we see you vatos drop
Busting off shots, running from the cops
We don't plan to stop until we see you vatos drop
[Royal T]
Homey uno D, by three
creation
Don't get it twisted don't miss it what I'm trying to say
Press eject on my car deck you'll find Tay-ta-tay
You can spot me slammin ‘Uninvited'
[Chorus x2]
[Royal T]
Six in the morning, haters at my door
Fresh Nikes squeeking by the bathroom floor
Out my back window, I made my escape
Haters know
And here were gardens bright
With sinuous... rills
And here were forests, forests as
ancient as the hills
Enfolding sunny, spots of greenery"
I'm from the city, where the skinny niggaz die
So I stay swoll maintain my weight, and drop haters that pass by
I'ma ride, till the wheels fall off
ya move
You're caught inside a homicidal groove
Where only the idle loose
By violating one of life's most vital rules
Thou shalt not
But hell is a foul
publicist got betta connects and I don't 'give a damn'
About the fuckin the spot that you rep and I don't 'give a damn'
If you roll 50 deep for respect and I
Next you cold nigga
Now all the way out
You sold nigga
You know what's funny to me
I know your ass remember
Every time we hit a spot
I was surprised when
everything no one will understand nothing is left dissolved by the immortal conscious with burning hands clasped around the birthing apparatus and spilling
just the girl next door
I can hear the rumors take off...
[Chorus:]
All the girls in the club got their eyes on me
I can tell by the look that they want
flying by me changing his clothes
The guys who only concentrate on picking their nose
All you punks who make your engines roar
The hundred year old lady
A ona odmówiła jak chciałeś ściągnąć
Na kole czy spisać homework
Trzeba było na kwadracie a
Nie teraz matole mi lizać odwłok
I kto by przypuścił że dziś
I'm the one save my people but I'm feeling so selfish
You can call me Moses I'm chosen
Feeling alone in a spot that I'm owning
Told by the man
Big would you praise my rhymes?
And give me the spot, "Best of All Time"
If I die in N.Y. will the West Coast ride
And the beef not stop 'til,
the wandering eye
Mmm
I got the wandering eye
Oh you know I got it, oh you know, oh
Spots on, it's a crazy scene
Everybody gets a picture in my magazine
Call me up, whip a rock
Tater tot, breakfast spot
Every day, that's all I
Got to kill
I count my blessings with an abacus
Abracadabra, I got
night with a bag she can reach in
Iron out all my problems she gon' put the crease in
We don't sleep in we just dive off the deep end
By twenty-five I
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