Lyrics:
and tribulations
But you know somethin', like I used to always tell you, baby
A good listener's a good learner
(G-o-d's my reality)
I see you listened very well,
and this broad need AAA
Let's enjoy some NBA, y'all lil boys NCAA
Yeah, we got A-M-M-O but you get beat like MMA
I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics, that my
Who is seen passing by?
It's celebrity Y
On Peter Fonda's Harley
That he rides to the sea
With celebrity V
Electrical storm
And the flash
And said why don't you treat me mean?
Hurt me
(hurt me) , hurt me (hurt me) , hurt me
Oooooh! At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
I call him, he gon' answer then
We all family, T R A P S O U L, we at the GRAMMYs, yeah
Rap flows, but I'm cool like Sammi, yeah
I think it's clear
one of them Death Row chains
Dre started Aftermath and found Em
Eazy-E died from AIDS but why him?
Snoop signed to P, Suge signed Left Eye
Death
and tribulations
But you know somethin', like I used to always tell you, baby
A good listener's a good learner
(G-o-d's my reality)
I see you listened very well,
sorry
It's a long walk back to B.R.O. while in Georgia
Awesome, we almost home
And them niggas you fuckin' with don't do no sparkin'
Don't do no
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
And there is no reason at all why
You can't leave here with me
In the meantime
Stay and let me watch you break it down
And dance gonna be okay (Oh oh)
Da da
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we asking?
How you gon' bang if you really ain't from LA?
Spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon'
the hell cares?
I’m dropping sick beats
Larissa coming at you with the rhymes
Violent thoughts in peaceful times
Leaving cookies out for Santa
Bitch, why
that shit and I took her by the throat
Got long hair, I might flip it for a vote
Won't Die Alive, drop it, feelin' so g.o.a.t (Aye!)
I left that Ritz,
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse i.n.c.
I'm still wishing y'all the r.i.p.
Can I live, for I d.i.e.
I'm talkin', m.o.b, murder inc
with O-P-P, and down with I-P-Os
Feel like ODB, you hoes better have my Pesos
Thinkin' about them days mama said she had to pray more
'Cause feedin'
still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't
strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
Or the H-A-V-O-C, nigga
(I wake you up and as I stare in your face, you seem stunned)
Remember
Chucky on fresh
You know the verdict, who what when why he died murdered
Get your physical diverted and your vision deserted
Ever since mama got
her bags pack her bags left
Your style is A, be , see-D
E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-are-S
Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals
yeah, oh child I love that sound
Make me wanna get up throw my head so wild
It's so damn physical GD got you busy now
See me gettin' (Crazy) Benjis by
did it sooner
Reach in yo stomach - pull out a piece o' tuna
I guess you're dead, you're ghost, you gotta go
You untested, cause DAMN they like
you want another reason why it must be funky
Yo I am not a jackass meaning not a donkey
So I will play the game like it should be played
Drop the funk
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