Lyrics:
Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with some adjustments
Refugee camp
(Turn it up! Turn it up! Turn it up!)
Yo, you see them Refugees right there,
Yeah, check it out like this ya heard? (Woo)
Yeah son (yeah) testin one two one two
That's what I'm talkin 'bout (yo)
That's what I'm talkin 'bout
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
composure
Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police
Now I'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips
When I dips the trips, GP straight for DP
But
was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah)
And to all my peoples in
Reporter:
Police search for clues on the Q 111
Bus where two people were shot, one fatally
Witness 1:
You heard like a few shots ring out and uh
You
us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
rob the manager and everybody in it. That's the everyday life of a
Convict-tryin to make it.Why their saying to me -
[chorus 2x]
The judges said
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
(uh), they be takin' your niggas for ransom (yeah)
Hoodie on, now he limpin', crazy like Marilyn Manson (alright)
T Lord in that Phantom, two bitches I
I heard there's some protesters
Down by the statue tonight
So Let's teach them a lesson
We'll break a bone or two
Cuz we own the streets
And we own
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
a sap
Then they towed it away and I still got to pay Big-Jack
The tow-truck, car-lot, bank, store, hotel, police, judge
The whole town is owned by
blast on yo ass I'm gone empty this clip
Nigga live by yo rep, but I ain't taking shit
When I slip in my disguise, letting you know what I'm about
And I'm
Last two L's, I seen visions of dead males and more sales
Real life stories is made
And candles got blazed for little young soldiers shot by dem strays
Oakland got chased by the police
And these hoes want to kick it
I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket
And tonight I'ma page
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
shouldn't be whinin', but abidin' by the law
Now it's obvious that you're lyin'
With so much drama in the industry
Hip hop police are listenin'
Be
believe it (damn)
Shit turned me to a demon
Police ask me, I ain't seen nothin' (uh-huh)
Back to back hits like a rerun (boom)
Me and T-Roy was schemin'
Or fall for anything, and you working
With two left feet at the skating rink
But anyway, this for my niggas
Uncles, 23 hours sending me pictures
I want
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
On and poppin' she mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
With her by my side bring glitter
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