Lyrics:
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
My Jesus, He carved His name upon this heart he made
In letters wide and deep so they shall never, never fade
When I was a kid, You gave me
I'm Jimmy Pop here in a jiffy heat me up and add oil
I'm like a zit a wart a corn a cyst a festering boil
I get under your skin and I
leave, she give me more than just a, "Miss you" (yeah)
That thing got more back just like my engine, I can hit it (in the back)
Seen a vision in the boy
been involved in, like, an armed robbery or a hold-up?
You mean a two-eleven?
Yeah
There's a store, but don't point
Walk inside, case the joint
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
And ummm, I'ma let it do what it do, rest in peace to
Georgia Elliott, here we go!
[Repeats in background]
And the sun shines with you
[The Game]
I
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
my name in they mouth
Like some teeth
I been down I came up from defeat
Like trying on new pairs of jeans Sheesh
Here’s a reminder to love what you
and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw a one up
Scream out, blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
My nigga Funeral Fab told be back in '03
popping
Remember the baby name's we were rockin
Had that early
Since the last time I saw you No rest, Work, No stopping
Ready to drop my album when's yours
In church together tryin' to pick up all the pieces
And now you betray me, I bind you in the name of Jesus
Somebody please pray what I'm talkin'
leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more
And I
talkin' freaky on this here come one and work this here
And bust it open like I'm bout to get burnt in here
I do my dirt in here, you know what I'm
not by choice (4x)
[Animal]
Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice
Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice
And get y'all out the game, dog, it's
to me
Do you wanna test me, put your tired head on my chest
A thug nigga's in the house, now you can rest
I betcha never screamed a nigga's whole name
like the idea of Hayley
Being in a rock band so
They forced her to leave wanting her
To pursue a solo career
Hayley went off to write and
Record her
a plan for the whole night
Okay your legs like a store they open up
And you got people in the aisle
Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in
with shit that don't work
Joy came in the day that I birthed
J showed her daddy need some new work (uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh)
Fried chicken wings, my new
the experience of the (unintelligible) behind me, I said to Steve, "well look here, why don't I
come back with you?" I mean, I like a couple of weeks in Jersey.
So
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you
Rock?"
None of your biz, fuck around and run in your crib
Wife like, "He ain't here," throw some to your wiz
Niggas running up on me 'til the tre' pound
not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
First
tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin', "hell yeah, hell yeah"
Yeah, yeah (run the track)
I ain't see you
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