Lyrics:
you're celebratin'
Your anniversary
Or your birthday
Here by yourself?
Then get up and find some one
Because
We don't need no reason to celebrate
say no to drugs (that's right)
So you don't act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there's really nothin' else to say (sing along)
Drugs are
it caught on in a flash
They did the mash , they did the monster mash
If you've ever seen a monster before
Dancin' across the dance floor
Don
flow's athletic
Workout seven albums, rap calisthenics
Epmd now, here to get ya
With a blow, you could of sworn Roy Jones hit ya
[Parrish Smith]
say no to drugs (that's right)
So you don't act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there's really nothin' else to say (sing along)
Drugs are
laying on the couch tonight, to give her space, but I won't be far
But I know without a single doubt, when I awake, she's in my arms
Now, I don't take it
wouldn't need any legislation
You wouldn't need any amendments to the Constitution
I don't see any American dream, I see an American nightmare
I'm one
the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though I'll ride with you then
[sinister laughter]
Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga
[Prodigy]
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now
A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake
Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake
I crush mics until my hand breaks
Then shag now and shag later
don't like to dream about gettin' paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
So now's a test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, 'cause
A little gun case
You was younger then
Another violent crime around album number ten, uh
Since a baby, baby, baby
Baby, ghetto, baby
You
telling me to leave
Now where do I Go
I?m about to hit some spots with my guys from outta town
And there you go making those mean old eyes
Feel like I?m in
Yeah yeah, shootin' dope through the speakers
I hit the game like a dope'd up needle
Grew up with roaches now they
Treat me like a beetle
I hit the game
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
"Where's the hits?" You ain't got none
You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
And, dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic
"Where's the hits?" You ain't got none
You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
And, dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic
life had it better
Then you got it now
We be lifted, Tical
Word, son, I like yo style
Let's come together for the stimulation
Meth-Tical hit
from
Number one, we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun, and still never on the run
You want to be an S.1, Griff will tell you when
And then you'll
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
on top when we by the stove
When she told me to do it faster, that's when I dug deeper
Now every time I see her, I gots to freak her 'cause
When I
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
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