Lyrics:
a superstar choppin rocks on your block
Representin Shortstop!
Sellin rocks oh see four point gold
Shortstop double platinum SOLD!
Tell my
feroci
Nancy dropped it hard straight out the gate
Personifying rationality intelligence and grace
Some tried to write her off tried pass her by
See this
and buried nigga
Don't worry if you see God first tell him shit got worse
I ain't mad, I know you're representin' the crew
And I can picture you in Heaven
straight by the book-G Code
Bad bitch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat
Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat
Jeezy fuckin' with me and we
himself
(Smoke a lot, bumbell)
Let's serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga
(In your back bitch)
Fuck that, I'm tired of not being
*POINT BLANC*
Representin' hip hop on this side of the planet my homeland Malaysia
South East Asia risin' straight up in yer' face
The chinky eyed yellow
fame
All out warfare, eye for a eye
Bustin' on my enemies, Bad Boy Killaz (street fame)
Straight dissin' you
Fuck, Lil' Kim, you nasty bitch
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
Yeah, yeah
Word up
(Yeah, son)
Yeah, yo, how this goin' down nine-six
How we livin', son
(Exoticness)
Nine-six exoticness
(Representin
logical that
I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap
I elect myself President MC
My career so intelligent, unique physique
Then with mathematics, not
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
nigga
On me my nigga Straight outta Compton!
Crazy motherfucker named Redfaze these
Gentlemen the fuck up
Outta here if they try to kill
Me I'm bout
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
throw 'em up)
(The New No Limit, we gon' roll like trucks)
18-Wheelers, they gon' feel us
P. Miller clothes, no play-doh, straight scrillas
[Chorus x4]
king of action
Fuck a playa fame new york is still the same
A queens thang
Representin flush reigns supreme
It's a scheme over power ya team wit
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
subject to wakin with cash and go crazy
Yeah they bangin baby Havoc representin for them niggaz
That don't trick, ladyless, just associates
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
it?
(Fuck Yeah)
Dirty Jers' New Jerusaluem
(Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu-Tang my niggaz)
Grab your hat bitch
(C'mon!)
[Bridge:
[Redman]
Whatcu crazy??!!?
Since a buck tooth baby, Doc
Is like straight fuck you pay me like Jay-Z
Lazzy Niggas complain
Doc load up
.jpg/220px-Straight_Talk_(film_soundtrack).jpg "Straight Talk")
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