Lyrics:
the pain, adopted by guerrillas
Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm
Got tattoos wit skin and scars from brawls
Got a buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit, look at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass home girls
Done got your ass sent up the creek G
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
mouth, bust in her hair
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there
You die here, let of a pair (Yak yak!)
mouth, bust in her hair
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
B****, I'm everywhere and over there
You die here, let of a pair (Yak yak!)
uhh- if you feeling me
Soliloquy's Nineteen-Ninety Six til Infinity
My Mob Psycho killin' y'all Michael
Jackson Jordan Tyson Myers
Pliers the way
million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga)
I thought you knew about it
Bout it bout it do ya got it
Now tha homies bout it,
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
[Verse 1 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
1977 was a no cocaine in my hood-ject
The brothers was stuck on Chuck without a mind set
I got tired of watchin "Good
if she testify I'll change my mind
Dbe is the wave, SK, CM, can we be precise?
Got coke for days, still sell heroin, you can't beat the price
When
yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight
back to the hood
And I've already heard some bad new
The homie just got shot it by some Crab fool
We 'bout to get this nigga's back, grab the Mac, we
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
nobody close to me
I’m the reason for the reason
I’m where I’m supposed to be
All I need is my fire, dope, money and key
Higher my g'
No water, I got fire
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
with the feds
I'm back at the bridge
You niggas is sipping on 40's
I'm topping the keg you know how we play
Like G's coming up off the
Two in their ass
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit, look at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass home girls
Done got your ass sent up the creek G
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit, look at the way you treat me
You see your little nosy-ass home girls
Done got your ass sent up the creek G
um
See me in tape with the gs bro just got a straight tape with a g
Got the drop it's go time bro came out with the key, yeah
Tre8 autos gang said
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
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