Lyrics:
s to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
tell by your charm and your arm"
But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her?
My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer
Yeah
You know what
I like the playettes
No diggity, no doubt, uh
Play on playette, play on playette
Yo, Dre, drop the verse
It's going down,
the acres
So they spend money that they ain't made yet
Got a Benz on tick that they ain't paid yet
Spend their paycheck
In the west out on a weekend
Got
I guess you could consider it poetry
But with me it started out with just words just words
They started looking like puzzle pieces so I started
The anorexic chicks, the model 6
They don't hold no weight with me
Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine
But I like to hold something I can see
'Cause we love
right
Ain't no use calling out my name, babe
Like you never done before
And it ain't no use in calling out my name
I can't hear you anymore
I wish there
told y'all
Now you see I ain't playin'
I'm on another level
You should come get like me
Can't no one do it batter
Is that so hard to believe?
Heads
smile
And I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style
Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see
That learning to live again is killing me
Roll me up and smoke me when I die
And if anyone don't like it, just look 'em in the eye
I didn't come here, and I ain't leavin'
So don't sit
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
home
By time you get here I'll be long gone
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man
He said, I'm sorry it's come down to this
There's so
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
Mama, I know for
like she's sponsored by Mercedes
Dig what I'm sayin', this Creed cologne is on me, baby (you dig?)
Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard (hard, yeah)
I
to take you there like the Staple Singers
Put something in the tank and I know that I can bring ya
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out
look it's like my
Name got stock in the jets
That ain't my style though
I simply not wish to flex
But if you want we can sit
And talk dollars and checks
can't out think her but I can sure out drink her
And that's what I'm doing here now.
I've spent seven years with the wrong woman
Seven and going
a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First, (happy birthday)
You bitch ass nigga yep, I'm thirsty
The little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me
I
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile
witnesses seen from carry too
So follow the fever pitch, which, way
Is which
Before you figured it out I done switch
Ain't that a bitch? The way it bumps
Ugh
on Greenleaf
with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got
nobody like me
And you ain't gonna wanna fuck nobody else again
I'm so bad, I'm so good that I'm so bad
I guarantee I'll be the greatest thing you ever
my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about
Fuck y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out
Like the point
Well there's no suitcase by your front door.
There's no saying goodbye.
Ain't no motor out there running, idling in the drive.
You don't have to keep
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