Lyrics:
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
bands
'Cause that ain't shit to a real Crip, cuz
You'll swallow every clip before a nigga slip, cuz
Lbc, yeah, we gets love
213, rest in peace Nate
Yeah
That's right
I like that
The royal penis is clean, Your Highness
Thank you
Uh, uh, Snoop, Kells
You know how we get down
Uh
I pull up
Born to rebel surrounded by conformists
Terrified of trying cos it's normal to fail
See these risks that we're taking
Might cause a glitch in
a paper plane
I came up in the '80s when the women were defensive
So I came up with a counter called passive-aggressive pimpin'
When you make 'em feel
Step up to this! Witness anger from this raised up fist. The
Hood is jacked up bad, and more pain will come to exist. Well,
Whose fault is it,
the weather
Women and the weed, sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Jamie ain't soft
Dead up in the hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them
Seems time gettin shorter
Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters
Kurupt, be -Legit, and 40 water
Niggaz oughta
Get to Swervin'
talking shit
Let's get down to this list
If you got beef go and run up
I'ma bust him in his lip
I'm gonna shoot through that dude vest
Shut the fuck up
You got beef then go and run on up
We ain't worried about nothing
Half of y'all doing nothing but nothing
You got beef then go and run on up
We ain't
Women an' the weed, sticky green
No seeds, bitch, please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks
Woo, yeah welcome to tha Chuuch: Volume I I
Exclusive 213 (Ah, ha, ha)
Got my nephew Nate Dogg in the house
Nate Dogg, holla at 'em, where you at?
fucking heart
'Cuz Willie, Ira and Daryl will get you got
You fuck up and dead will be the way of your walk, damn right
I hate L.A. swine with a passion, G
I put it down for the L-B-C
(I put it down for a place called Queens)
You know I represent the 213
(I hold it down for the big city)
I keep it
I put it down for the LBC
(I put it down for a place called Queens)
You know I represent the 213
(I hold it down for the big city)
I keep it
my damn eyes
[2:07] Make up your mind
[2:08] Baby tell me if you’ll come back.
[2:11] One time
[2:13] I’ve been looking for you long time
[2:14]
hooked up with this fool
Slinging cookies and shit
Just rookies and shit stomping out the CPT
It was five niggas showin'
Muthafuckas the streets
Picked up
tapping' the telephone
Dialing' a 213 zone now
Got ?? slap a bitch up and send her down
Felling me, I want to put this hustle behind me
But every time I
Figg murder, crosses burnin' in my front yard
KKK throwin up rallies but not no more in these parts
Trespassers gets penalized
2:13 A.M. basic nine
to pervin'
E-40:
Squa, Squa,Squab music
Mobb Music
Right on a muthfucka and draw down on his ass music
The 213 the 41510
Pull a ho without
Seems time gettin shorter
Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters
Kurupt, be -Legit, and 40 water
Niggaz oughta
Get to Swervin'
game
Tell me how much I'm down by baby
Hey, I never got your name
You barely showed your face
You only came for pics, I wish you came to stay
You play
look at me (Why'd you turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends, down on 54th Street (boy)
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID
There was strange was a man there, I think he was the Tinker
He was standing right behind me looking up at the factory
Just before he left he said
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