Lyrics:
And step em when K- Rocin
don't fuck with dis, see
See if you wit me
if you wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that
supposed to be (off that bloodline thang)
This ain't the way it's supposed to be!
This ain't the way, shit is supposed to be!!
[Big Stan]
Now I done
thangs, yuh unh
That bad lil bih she want my gwap yuh
She want my bands, yuh ayy
La shorty veut fuck avec me mais c'est pas le thème yuh ayy
Je pop des
B's, yeah that's the gang (gang, gang, gang, gang)
I got my day 1's in this thang (in this thang)
Pops kept them in they lane (stay in yo lane)
You
Even though I never smoke that shit like...yeah
I give a call of da wild to my niggaz around the projects
So don't flex or get served with a pop neck
on a flyer, leavin' today
Am I dreamin'?
I can hear her screamin', "Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
Everything's O-K, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O
Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
Book of the Lord
I is for Isaac whom the Lord didn't fail
J is for Jonah and he lived in a whale
K is for Kingdom that divided us all
L is for Lydia
lords
Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico !
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love
veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four
When we touch down (in the Midwest we okay
E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass)
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana
Mississippi,
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit what did ya know
with me dog this thang gone pop
I'm up in the hood dog with the same o drop
I stay on top nigga it ain't gone stop
All of these fake niggas be saying
to my crib, we blow by the Os
Kush, you already know
It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it
I keep a bitch gettin' stoned
We wakin' and bakin',
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
live they shits pop
Hey, hey, tick tock, this is for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tick tock from this hip
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Tell your mama that you in a better place now
So what you sayin', muthafucka?
We ain't playin', muthafucka
A.K.'in muthafuckas
So what you sayin,
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
a lot of niggas went pop drop
so i thank you for my life and all that i got
i want to praise you and drop off a message to Pac
i was sitten here
Varför klingar din gitarr I moll
Vad är det som står på
är det kärleken, fernando
Har hon lämnet dej din stora, stora
Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K
Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in,
shoes. And Dre is back from the c-p-t. Droppin' some
shit that's d-o-p-e. So f**k the p-o-l-i-c-e! And any muther f**ker that
disagrees. Stuck
[Redman] Yo yo..
[Chorus: x2]
[R] HEY LADIEEEES!!
[L] Luck's the name
[L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs
[R] HEY LADIEEEES!!
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