Lyrics:
The rap game, hip-hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap, motherfucker?
anywhere
Sometimes the angels punish us
By answering our prayers
By answering our prayers
A face of naked evil
Turns the young boy's blood to ice
anywhere
Sometimes the angels punish us
By answering our prayers
By answering our prayers
A face of naked evil
Turns the young boy's blood to ice
Yo what up, this is Bigg Snoop Dogg
Ayo Red Spyda, play that shit nigga
Yeah, Joe Beast and The Game
Aftermath Entertainment
Whoo Kid classic,
man, then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
Only a little kid and they still clapping near us
They made us feel this, but shit you talking is smoke and mirrors
Your whole career is, the hoes
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Friends, how many of us have them
Every
can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word and hand shake
And, and Carl Perkins wrote us another song
That tells about the reason for it all
That takes us back home and
Again, tells it like it was when I
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by the bar?
Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars
We don't give a fuck
a mastermind?
And now you're mine
It was all my design
'Cause I'm a mastermind
No one wanted to play with me as a little kid
So I've been scheming like
boats"
Sound like I needed some soul searching
My Pops gave me some game in real person
Retraced my steps on what they never taught me
Did my homework
I see us getting money through my green eyes
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don't you know how all this
support killin' niggas
Cops enslavin' us niggas
Little girls killin' mothers
They treat their kid like a brotha
Fathers stuck with them lifers
Kept it
to the Land that's still the greatest
Where the game we display is real contagious
It's filled with players, real gees and innovators
Beatin on haters like
that every outlaw fears
He made his name in this killing game
It's the one they call “Grey Beard.”
He had a drawing hand like no other man
It was faster
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
Chorus:
Niggaz bleed just like us
Picture me bein scared
of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
a different kind of steel up to my grill
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They give us guns and drugs
I remember the way
Our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us
Her lullaby
She'd say, kids, there's a place
That's like no other
You got
head
I know Santa's gonna bring us something just like he always dod
Yeah, when it comes to Christmas I'm still a kid
I still like shakin' presents
teens, beauty like we'd never seen
Our heroes led us by the hand
Through Brian Wilson's promised land
Where Disney's God and he commands
Both mice
When they see me on the screen, check E! for that
Bitches lyin' on the kid, I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my aura, where Rita at?
Send a GT
didn't have a lot of friends,
Didn't have too much to say.
So they never would let us join in,
All the games they used to play.
Seems like it was only
front shadows and the street lights glow
Everybody walks right by like they're safe or something
They don't know
Nobody knows you
Nobody owes you nothin'
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