Lyrics:
While they coked up and weeded
Open fire
Now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh
And test
And get your chest blown
Straight out the west, don't get
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
tracks
This is I don't know
The first album that has taken effort and time
Produced solely by me
Every song might not keep to the beat,
But I'm still in
he'll give us some Bon Jovi
Or some Don McLean, with a little twist
Man I miss all the moments we never missed
If I had one more day with my Brother, I'd
but the
Names the same
And in the end nobody wins no
Do you think they don't know what they're doing
Do you think they don't know who they're fooling
by my side
This love ain't all brand new, 'til the end of time
I wanna be with you, bae, until I die, yeah
Don't you go givin' up on me, love me
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
things, soon, I'll be runnin' things
I'm an artist, man, you just make fun of things
I'm the hardest, man, y'all don't know what to say
This album's
as myself, ghostly individuals
You should listen to my album, and listen and listen and listen
I don't know what I'ma sell or none or that shit
I would say
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
covered in dust
What’s left of my experience
Iron arteries corrupted by rust
Please, don’t expect me
To get old with grace
I’m going to be extremely
you're living for
Really it was that and Dev, that was all you had
Paying rent by engineering other rappers at the pad
Barely getting by, hella broke,
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
Are the first and the only ones here
Wait what? Umm, we have classmates here that have traveled
By themselves to show their support
Now I don't know
don't know where he was at (woah)
Ran the doggy train and I didn't have a track (woah, hey, hey)
I say what I mean and I don't take it back
With
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