Lyrics:
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
making
We flirtatious
Numbers exchanging
But her I don't get to taste
Cock blocked always
By your muthafucking hate
Ay
Tell me bitch
Tell me bitch
Tell me
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
She asked me not to hate her, said she's sorry
But leaving's what she felt she had to do
So the day she left, she made it two hundred miles south
She asked me not to hate her, said she's sorry
But leaving's what she felt she had to do
So the day she left, she made it two hundred miles south
pretty I get you to the
Crib for I forget it we kick it for a minute
But I'll kick ya out if I feel you tryna know
To much of my business baby so chill out
that is
(Just me up here, I guess)
(Oh, oh)
The magic of the moment snuck up on me
And caught me by surprise (ooh, ooh, ooh)
One minute I'm
Dig pimp, I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes mayne
Go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla at y'all
hear is Master P and Untouchables tape (RICHTOWN!)
[Chorus]
R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D [x7]
[Verse 2]
Richmond, California some call it the dope spot
The place
combination 3,2,1, (which only I know)
And I've just seen by mentor Dr No
California sun is on the radio let's go
I just want to reach the radio star
I
sad and faithful day
Then I began to gamble to pass the time away
I thought I played a hand or two then hit the thrill again
But Lady Luck was with
All I am, is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach, but I stand
In California, with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater
lack the loyal
Got you stuck in California
Two years of my life gone wasted
Looking for some flavor, wanna taste it
I need antidote cause I hate it
Maybe
niggas on the spot
Chorus
Verse 2: Master P
How do hatin get started?
It started by the jealous people
and they get mad over the things you
California palm trees
What you want from me
What happened
I guess my mind went blank
You know I could spot the dead on hate
It was two am when they took his
to it
Lets get it on
Aw shit rock stepped in the place
You know he got somn’ on his waist
Two niggas beside him yeah they
Got something on their
Waist
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
Hoovers
Praise the Lord hallelujah, Jesus pieces from the jeweler
Hate me, screw ya
Bitch I started as your favorite rapper shooter (Brap, Brap, Brap)
It's
swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be
You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin'
But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing
A two-minute brother, girls, I stress
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
California dreamer and sunburst coffee creamer jalopy
Guitar lead
(Section F)
Verse 2 (Continued)
(Section G)
cnd when I drive, on the freeway
I'm
on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest one
I got so much money I think I should pay for all this
They ain't down to spend how much they say cause
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