Lyrics:
'em all, but none of y'all
Is Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, f*** 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we
I'm in the game
Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade
Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side
Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad
Dade County, I do this fo'
want it you gotta buy dope from us
Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush
Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push
Tennis shoe pimpin back
se sentiwon
M’ap pete kare, feeling fè’m santi’m won
Boutèy anlè, map siv kou pè toma
Map high kou pè nènè
Dope boy put your blunt in the air
Put your
Con le altre faccio lo stupido
Ho bevuto troppo meglio se
Mi riportano da te
Ti ho colpita, sono Cupido
Una tipa chic come te
Vuole un trap boy
boy, but I'm dope, boy
Only nigga that can jump headfirst in
The ocean and still float, boy
Lil Boat
addition listen close to the mission
The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume
With the route to Brut by Faberge
No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment
Off spring
of how I'm living
I'm getting my prime, pumping records that'll blow your mind
(Mind blowin')
(The D.O.C. is) Dope
I would've been down with rock
shoot down planes
But that's another note
Let me bless you with another quote
I remain unseen, grab you a telescope
I'm hella dope like like 36 o's
only my hair is in locks
Now kick rocks
You wanna know me, You wanna know my mind
I like to make dope beats and hear dope ass lines
I like to drink
and I'm subliminal
In my own right I'm dope cause it's original
Funky, unmistakibly so
When the vocals are done, then you know
It's all a matter of setting
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
runnin' was a dope-boy (dope-boy)
Now I save a hoe like a lifeguard
An' I got the Molly by the eightball (yeah)
I get the bag on a day-day
I fucked
slanging
Weezy F Baby, the shit still stankin
I rock, I roll i'm fly, I know
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Fat boy
"Beastie Boys rock!"
"Beastie Boys"
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doin more scratchin' than a funk and a dope fiend
Cold knockin' blocks off, gettin' rocks off
I don't cock off , cop out,
at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna'
some noise for
That TeamBackPacknet cypher!
That's what I'm talking about, ya'll!
Rock the Bells! I go by the name of Kel
Mitchell -I AM Kel Mitchell,
She's the mutilator, music carnivore
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw
You're still amazed by the way she plays
Not a fad but a phase
And them No Limit boys, see we can't be stopped
Me and E-Feezy go way on the bizack
Remember Baby D, TRU it and Prizack
My essay homie, chop chop got
an exclaimation
Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
(Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now) It's mine !
Unpredictable, keepin you
big
Vvs diamonds shinning on my wrist
Tell em bitches I’m the (Dope Man)
Tell em bitches I’m the man
Puffin sour d, my boy studying for the exam
Extra
words I live by the gat and that's my toy
And out on the streets, I'm mama's bad boy
[Chorus]
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with
Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit
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