Lyrics:
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
I'ma tell y'all like this (yeah)
I learn something new every day (What it do?)
More money, more problems!
Haha! Ayy, you already know
(Gangsta
a new sherriff in town
And it ain't Reggie Hammond 2Pac:
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block
It never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's
block 'em all
All these hoes is mid
Got her lurkin' on my page before she feed her kids, huh
Shittin' on these bitches, dunkin' on they heads
Get
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
in the game - and still going hard
Fuck a club we flood the studio wit broads
Uh, my whole life never been more focused
Joes the don ask Jennifer
mix, this is
Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big
Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device
So "Duro you gotta let it bump," I came from a hard knock
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go
Cause I can't feel my face (yea)
And she think she gettin' dollars from the kid
All she get is hard dick, and she swallowin' my kids
I know they
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
high
All the freaks get geeked when I come by
Um, I think I see one I want, I'm
Gonna try to make the best of the first night
Ya heard right
Tell them
on the regular
We gon' let them hits fly, we gon' let it go
If it ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talkin' 'bout a face numbin'
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
Hey Yo, gettin high
New York is high
East Coast you get high
West Coast you get high
now my man named Sex he be high
Charles too he be high
It's hard to sleep these days
The sounds of all the screams keep me awake
Love is gone, love is gone
We bend until we break, stand by and watch us
[Mobb Deep]
Shit is real on the muthafucking hill, God
Times is hard, visons blurred kid, I can't see far
Thinking will I be the next nigga deceased
Yes indeed it's the mix king Ron G
I got somethin the world ain't ready for
New York City L.A. Chicago Atlanta
D.c. Detroit New Orleans, y'all
It's hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life
Passes things, get more comfortable
Everything is going right
mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!"
"Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over
And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework"
"But
"Get familiar!"
Bidadidat, you gonna hear that thing clap
Kid I take shit to heart
Cause I was born like that
Bidadidat, you gonna hear that thing
gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
you with a chrome fo', that'll lock your legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
slang New York
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for
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