Lyrics:
pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy, so ...
to smoke too
Hope you got ten yards
Cause this blunt will never due
See I remain true
Only toke two lies
Just to the two guys
No shake with my damn
killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O
Iranian thoughts
rocking the microphone and she's calling me honey
Says I know what I want don't move with thugs
Well house parties hip hop and smoking drugs
baby
Baby take a look at my life
Let's drop the top on my ride baby
Yo nigga ain't hittin' that right
Come roll with me for the night baby
Baby take
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
It's a Saturday night
Reasons to be cheerful, one, two, three
Uh uh, it's a Saturday night
Full crew
When me ride through the hood you can here the bass knock,
All me girls them love me have me have city locked
Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
is the answer that I answer with
Dying yet live, what you must realize
That the tune that I present is surely not a gift
Different in style is
your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they never try
So we roll with 'em (uh), stole with 'em
I mean loyalty, bought me
of losers serving ghetto style
Creaking on a 40 and it's making me brave
If a punk jumps up, then I'll put him in his grave
Chilling ICP on a full time basis
is the answer that I answer with
Dying yet live, what you must realize
That the tune that I present is surely not a gift
Different in style is
the 'Bach
With a batch of them bangin' Dre Beats with me, look where I'm at
It's the murder cap' and I'm captain at birthin' this gangsta rap
It's a wrap
Sabes bien que fue un engano
Lo que me hiciste fue un pecado
Asi mismo me enganaste
Honey I keep you hot and wet, just flooded with ice
(a-one, two, a-one, two)
Break of dawn, break of dawn (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Ayo, groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer
Wave the eighteen mill',
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
with the big boys
With big toys, bringing crazy noise and ruckus
Shutting down crews and motherfuckers
In low beta, not to be fucked with like
Still rockin' the microphone and now she's calling me a honey
Says, "I know what I want, don't move with thugs
With house parties, hip hop and smoking
only fucking with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes
We ride
Sliding of to the eastside
Hoo-ride, to homicide
Rollin
to ride in me Sedan DeVille
Cause I'm a - young playa with that Crest Side game
Kickin the funky shit, makin the rest sound lame, and...
chorus:
Every
house I keep finer things
The candy paints, got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was Miss Too $hort
Have 2 babies, get
the room I absorb the mood
Positive vibe supplied by a positive crew
And negativity exist and you must acknowledge
You can be intelligent and never go
spot
Subs on the bottom, tweeters up top
Yo, you know where little John lives on the corner
The extension cord'll run perfectly to his crib
And then
to ride with the stainless
My niggas bangout
These pocket rockets a turn you to astronauts if the goonies space out
Yo crew gone jet the furtherest
You know
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
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