Lyrics:
Miley Cyrus
That's a tear in my eye that I ain't cried
It's some paths to a milli homie, you ain't tried
I count ten by fives, I'm always halfway there
a cook up Ina this a never hot stake
Dawg them a sweepstakes so we chop straight
Music money that bigger than you maths pay
Shorty swing e lita, me
(Bizzy)
Yeah, Daddy's the crackhead
Mama's just lookin' for love
Marijuana, weedman, little thug
We don't call him Steven
Breathin' in
Did nothing to nobody
Ride with it
Die with it
I'll split somebody
Can't let it get there
Killers in my posse
What color suit ?
Do you wanna get buried
on the Northstar
Wit' a Puerto Rican porn star
We in La Vida La Loca
See you can't flow like me or rock a show like me
Get dough like me
Shouldn't signed 'em,
we go
Good morning, Vietnam
Ha (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)
(Back up, back up, back up,
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
{DJ Shaheed}
Scratches, "Hot Damn, Yo, Here we go again"(MC Lyte)
Hot damn, Hot Damn, Yo, Here we go again. (8x)
{Wise Intelligent}
The beneficent
While we used to sing
Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
In a hot Jamaica sun
That's where you kissed me on and on
Aloha hé, down on Montego Bay
A paradise,
posse on my tail cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself - without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is
him on the bench?
Rico "Put him in the game" there it is ok "in the game coach" yea
Alright ok the next song we're gonna play is called "Regular" ha ha
right
And we had just gotten off of tour last night
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy
If we summoned up the posse and down watch
splish, leavin' em in a splash
Of blood, the clock is tickin' niggaz from my block is missin'
I'm puttin' it down like it be hot before we all get shot
a splash
Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing
I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in
The B’ys Are Back In Town
The b’ys are back in town
The b’ys are back in town
The b’ys are back in town
Just got back from sea today
Was fishin’
and was raised, In place
Where its hot in the shade
Like ninety six degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it
the bay and in l.a
In new york, ny, chicago, and atlanta, g-a
We gives a fuck if you've got money and the millions
Cause motherfucker we've got posse in
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
[chorus]
bay area it is da hood of da brave
bay area none my boys are afraid
bay area we got dat work down here
bay area we let it go fo da low
the Act in the Phantom
I'm too hot to hot to handle
The police hate my guts
'Cause the niggas kicking dust
They was raised by us, what the fuck
Let's get wild
Yeah, Master Ace in the house
The whole Action Posse's in the house
Ice-you-Rock's in the house, DJ Marley Marl's in the house
paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin' up your fuckin' spot (no doubt)
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
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