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Yeah, yeah, I love Math Yeah, yo, yo y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King? Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot
Hey yo, we got blocks and glocks with Big shots with big knots and big props Yo this is where the bullshit stops Where herbs get got, if you snitch
is hirin' You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now
fight, yeah Who shot who and who fired first? Dripping death to wet the blood thirst No radar lock on skin and bone The bomber boys are going home
principle Gang, is gettin bigger Sayin peace to the Heavster rollin with a buncha niggas [Chorus] [Biggie Smalls/Notorious B.I.G.] I bring drama like ya
Who could be the boss? Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin' up, I'm sideways I'm blazin' up the path, runnin'
Oh I know it wasn't much to ya But you dressed it up so pretty, didn't you? Wouldn't get caught up and lately I'm seein' right through ya By
that. I move blocks to rude pops and dude drops. I'm too hot mix J Big and tupac. So move not I'm way big and dude shot. Ya crew watch I'm hot bitch
If truly be in God we trust But must we stand for the lust To make our ducs and live Big up Rauf-Move ona Move Ya dig Revolution
kicked the bass like an NFL punter And scoped the booty like a big game hunter I said to the girl, "Yo, you look tired Let's go get some rest, relax by
the Big Bow Wizzow, you know I'm on the pusszow Doggy stizyle, that make ya kitty cat meow (Meow!) Dick deep, freak-a-leek, fuck some sleep And don't tell
Who could be the boss? Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin' up, I'm sideways I'm blazin' up the path, runnin'
straight up, I can't knock ya After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A. The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked Leave your number by the phone,
you was a tough guy? (Boom!) When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now (A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer)
in black I'm to the dope track to get the dope sack Blowin', it's Mr bill Clinton of Vallejo California with no warnin' shots Just thought I'd warn ya
his record to sell My back shots 'll help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big been taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea) I just wanna love ya
the game It's all in the game who in the hall of fame Who read in the game NBA live homie is a glide of rain It's big snoop dogg to the hoop dog Get Live
was laid Now we moanin' and groanin' screamin' and hollin' All them super top notches, yeah, you'll see who they followin' Big Dog will make you open
I push a armored car wit enormous hearts Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts Doc turnin' dark off a warning shot Drive off and pop, six in ya
everybody your thong [Tray Dee Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka we bring it straight to ya From 22's to luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you
everybody your thong [Tray Dee Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you
the beat, all still riding with ya Party by the big riders, still siding with ya Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya I know you're here in
to twelve o'clock Rollin in a undercover huntin for a IRoc Let's hit the spot and find them hoes who tried to cap ya Were they killers, yeah, or were they
back window with a bubble in the middle Who's car is it? Posse won't say We all play it off when you look our way Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
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