Lyrics:
Countin' green
All the way live
Re-remember you don't stop
And, and, and, and you don't stop
Rock, rock the spot
Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah
Countin' green
All the way live
Re-remember you don't stop
And, and, and, and you don't stop
Rock, rock the spot
Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
the sign
They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
What, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
known to get live
You transform my name to numbers it'd be one-three-five
Nine-eleven-nineteen
Stepping on your scene
Asicks knows basics shine
youngins say keep it going
All my youngins, they dumb and repping, they always knowing
Got some pride in your town, I'm spotting 'em lately
Three piece
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(A-dubba-dubba-dah!)
[Coolio]
We live in a society created by an empire
that`s based
three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowin' like a bubble
In the everyday struggle
I don't wanna live no more
the wop
Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
bitch
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw
interviewed there live on air
Every girl in the city Scott had an affair
KM in the AM had asked his last question
But Scott LaRock said "Wait, I
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
Make it funky for me [3]
(Dee-jayy....)
Make it funky for me [3]
(Dee-jayy....) (She said she said she...)
Move it in, check it out, move it in,
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
[4]
Go ahead girl move it all around [2]
Yes
[repeat 3x]
Go 'head girl rock your body [2]
(Go 'head boy rock my body! Go 'head boy rock my body!)
such a lot of money
Would be funny
Oh, I wish I could be like you
Rikky rock'n' roller
Today a new jet plane
Tonight it's a new hotel
You live in
Down by the river
Three sickle mounted souls,
Lay wined on the green leaf,
Digging their rock 'n' roll,
Hey hey, digging their rock 'n' roll.
Slashed
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60's.
And more than our names got changed
As the 70's slipped on by.
Now we're 80's ladies.
There ain't been much these
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