Lyrics:
Causin' ruckus all bein' fair
Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone
Be by myself in a place that I call home
Check it out peep out the scenery
Ya
ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!
Every night he'd sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper
Packing this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks (excuse me)
Words in my right then pass my left ear
Your
the big homie Moochie
He say sport Snoop Dogg Clothing fuck Gucci
I gotta keep it true see
A lotta niggas talk shit but
Won't do shit to me catch me
put your hands together
Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
Uh, the bitch, been good to me
Been bad to my homies,
Combination of the power and the passion
Fly high, not afraid of crashin'
Vroom, vroom, keep movin'
Vroom, keep doin' what we're doin'
Can't tell me nothin' now
hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Someone said (don't stop)
Back in high school, I used to bus
pocket's gettin' bigger
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
to act
But there's a thing that you're missing
That you can't even buy
When it comes to love you even hit it by keep it
Just silly did it dump did it
in your hands
Always up my ass askin' me if I'mma sign 'em
But ya, it don't flow, it don't flow
I catch a buzz with the Dom Pérignon
When Jerry
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
dimes together they high five until whatever
I can mention your name but I rather keep it clever
YMCMB I tell ya every letter
She just wanna chill with
on each side of the room
Givin' us the boom boom boom
To our zoom zoom zoom
The smell of a L lit while walking by
But the music gets me high
Saint
(yeah, I'm back, baby)
I'm feelin' like there's nothin' that I can't try (uh, nothin')
And if you with me, put your hands high (yeah, put your hands
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
one time
All my peoples are you with me, where you at?
All my killer bees on attack, where you at?
Throw ya fuckin' hands in the air if you want
Then the big Dogg got snatched by the cops
No longer will Dogg be
Given ya muthafuckin' props
I'm grown now, on my own now
Not my daddy but pop goes
"Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga"
Yeah, high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung strawberry jocking me
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
and chief
Rip tha guys
Tell em free my z's
Im notorious
I know im b-i-g
They tried to leave me dead
I cant d-i-e
He wanna diss the gang
He gon die by me
I
bad
Got ya chick suckin dick till the tip hit her throat glan
She ain't even use no hands
Put her whole face in it so the whole cake smash
Might hit
and let yo' G homey get in
Glocs of Velveeta, yep I'm off the meter
Ride by and see ya with my hands on a heater
Wanna be like the O but you act like
see that gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to super size it
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