Lyrics:
Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style
House on the ground
Freeze when I squeeze
Drop to your knees
Who wants to play?
I'm in here
400 degreez
Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 Mercedes on t.v. I bought that
I had some felony charges I fought that
Been
just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)
400 degreez
Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 Mercedes on t.v. I bought that
I had some felony charges I fought that
Been
I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
I've caused some great concern and told one
talkin' now the feds say I'm insane
A psych said I'm gonna fumble
Down along the planner
And then his son told me
"Put down the drink dawg"
I got the rinse
Long hair was not in style the first time I heard Haggard on the radio, but I could feel the changes comin' on.
The Beatles crossed the ocean,
shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my
can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock G's, trunk
Standing here by the highway side
Watching these trucks blow by
Inches from my face
Yeah, thinking 'bout the time I've wasted
And the pleasure we once
the grass, I polish them with thought
On my lash, there in my eye a star of light is caught
Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know
Candy
he's gonna get it all too baby
Box it up, put it up on that big sleigh
He might throw that car up with it
Wave bye-bye, I told ya, and I told ya
When I bang this its dangerous
Niggas go brainless
So bang this with the four-five stainless
And understand that you looking at the famous
West-coast
I've had choices
Since the day that I was born
There were voices
That told me right from wrong
If I had listened
No I wouldn't be here today
SCIENCE
My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
good up here
I've gotten the jinx on me
(harmonica & guitar)
A-yon' come my baby
I can tell by the way she walk
I wouldn't know her so well
But I can
styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
Forgot in
Creek goes ripplin' by
I've been barefootin' all day with my baby
Brown leaves have started fallin'
Leadin' the way
I like it best just like this
up the flesh, now the crime scene's gorgeous
My links is unbreakable, told y'all on the Purple Tape
40 inches hang from my neck, nigga, I'm wealthy
like your style, huh
First motha on the planet
I know it's gettin' scary
And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet
But ya gotta shake 'em off like
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
Standing here by the highway side
Watching these trucks blow by
Inches from my face
Yeah, thinking 'bout the time I've wasted
And the pleasure we once
[Parrish]
holler like ya know me!
I'm mad
[Chorus: x4]
Here's a little story, I've got to tell, I'm mad!
My life story I tell straight from
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