Lyrics:
the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 & E-Fortaay
(E-40) Sometimes I wonder if
the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 & E-Fortaay
(E-40) Sometimes I wonder if
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill
get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug wit' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And nigga we peel caps
Pap,
the eighties (back in the eighties)
We got the gas you can't get at the station (no)
A J hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy (no, a J hit the dope)
We got
butcher knives
X they're eyes out
Nail 'em to a billboard
Let 'em dry out
Let me a show you a crime about 'em blowing your minds out
If you ain't ready
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
mane)
Tell if they penciling pick em off (Like the primetime)
Coming out the middle is the reason we done took so long
Give 'em this just a little when
midsection
I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya balls
Stick his ass to the rooftop, toss 'em off
Hit the Ave with the rooftop off the porch
I get money
beretta
Have you sewed up like a sweater more cheese then some cheddar get out my face
Nigga you better come back with straps get all y'all niggas so y'all
to town be prepared to be hyped up
'cause when the mic's turned on I get psyched up (psyched up)
The V.I.P. gets it started with intro
Bustin' smooth moves
eleven
The silence's a set back make em regret that
One way to get back is violence and wet cats
But hold your head black or I'll never rap again
Just
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
the F.M. the P.M. too
Churnin' out that boogaloo
Gets you up and it gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap
them niggaz movin' weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin' game, now let's get out here and make this
gotta realize, the boys on the east side
You call em S-A's, I call em allies
Because the day that we all unite
Watch the pigs get real polite
Punk
was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until I got my ass whipped
Cause I was ten years
and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out
Smell me on this one, check it out
Hit up for 5, and hold it for 10, I`m true lung
Let`s see who got the most wind, get em sprung
Make em want to come
I- (yo, yo)
Stylin' on 'em, big B's, bought the Benz out
Elevator, press P for the penthouse
Cop those then we break like tacos
Roscoe's, on his
'em now
I'ma tell it like it is, I'm airin' 'em out
But when I think about it, I should be blurrin' 'em out
You can't be in this picture, no
was I? Yeah, run out of town, blew the fuck up
D-Rock went home and Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit 'em twice, caught 'em right for the Persian white
blue sky and a clear blue day
Fo' a G from D-P-G to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga you wants to fuck with, get
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