Lyrics:
all the mad dogs
Bad dog now I'm need call my lawyer
And get some tax cuts, tax cuts
The police getting their stick and
Fuck my back up
Fuck me up, I'm
the hundred dollar bill? (Yeah, what? What? What?)
They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real (what? Say word, word)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
Anything is better than breakin my back
So many headaches, now I'm askin for Aspirine and more pills
Damn, more bills
There's gotta be a brighter day,
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
gangsta Cass' that I bang Cass'
Once again you came back after
Jesus saved yo' fake ass
So this ain't even a welcome
Home party for you
This is technically
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
fake it,to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for trulency
But now I'm puttin' money back in
tonight?
Bill Bailey
Won't you come on home tonight?
You always say that you're crushed by it all
And everybody blames you
You always say that you are
support it
Buy ten pair for the 'Gram and let my man record it (let's go)
Bill Cosby goin' back on tour he play too much
Lebron James think Jerry Jones
recorded
On November 19, 1991 in Rome
Was actually the first Nirvana song
While we were touring Europe
Nevermind was becoming all the rage
Back home though
it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you want a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
go to school, stayed the hell at home
In the real estate dog I seen hell at homes
You was selling out I was selling homes
Selling dreams
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Mom's in the ER thank God it's nothing fatal
Just need a couple days of rest take it easy angel
My homie and his girl bought a crib back home
Hit my line
wheels and deals, she cooks the meals and soon it ended up just like before
Way back at home
He tells her what he wants, he tells her what he needs
He says
back home decided they wanted a law passed,
so they called their local Congressman and he said
You're right, there ought to be a law
Then he sat down
Your Home, Sweet Home Home..... It's All in a Day in a Life of
Living in the Ghetto !
Ahhh.. Looking for change as time goes by
Living in my building
need know
Money singing in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my niggas back home
In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
count these bills
Wanna know my fortunate? Spin the wheel
I don't heal, I just steal, Eat these rappers up like a meal
Make my decision, I won't yield
My
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
have one when they throwing me two?
Why take one know it’s all up for grabs?
Shorty from the bay, but the shit won’t last
Flights back home real cheap,
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