Lyrics:
drive me crazy with those big ole butts
Girl, Let's Get Butt Naked And Fuck!
Tonight,I wanta make this real clear,dear
I've no time to whisper in your
So don't try at those same style battle cry
I rock the you-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No
about the girl in the sidekick
The rubber don't system in the swallow kid
See drive by with the posse, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah
Hey Charlie Brown, where
Let me get when I rock the, the, the
This shit ain't got no fuckin' drums in it man
Daym, wht don't you put some fuckin' drums in the music
So I
Let me get down when I rock the, the, the
Doug, this shit ain't got no fuckin' drums in it man
Damn, why don't you put some fuckin' drums in
on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now"
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map, don't ever
Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew
on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now" ..
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga
Rollin' with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
salt on me
That ain't worry me at all ma I'm too saucy
Keep it sucker free bumpin' RBL Posse
Dipped in butter stay flossy back the hell up off me
I'm
on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
roll 'til we die
All ya niggas ain't nothin' but a bust
One by one this one with that motherfucker got choices
I just wanna get it, dope, no focus
What,
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
[ CHORUS: Black see ]
Don't gimme no bammer weed
(Get with the program)
(Just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (4X)
[ VERSE 1:
then hit Bamm's this evening
Heathens trying to give me tips like a smart phone
Like I should smoke or which beat I'ma start on
The art holmes, is why I
the q the r the s the t the you the v
W, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga
Rollin' with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
gotta go for what you know
So when you have no worries, you gotta move in a hurry
If you're slow, you blow, baby, don't you know this is the good life
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
Woo woo woo woo woo
Keys they goin' in the trunk
Woo woo woo woo woo
Fiends they don't give a uh
October 31st I was standing by the sour
These
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
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