Lyrics:
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe
I'm in the S-C 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come
I had the shit planned
And ain't no bullshit get brung up
That's what I gotta do if I want to get paid
'cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up
rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause I
by putting pen to this pad and dispersing these feelings
While the label only care about making a killin'
Feel my energy, I ain't talking E-N
Hit a 3 n pass it to my brother like da lakers
I do this shit for all my podnas on a daily basis
(yea) We all out da gutta now we got codeine in cases
The after hours is poppin
We buzzin like bees but it ain't no pollen
These niggaz want my number but
It ain't no holl'n (no)
And hookers get kicked out if
It
First, there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation
Then, when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up
We got
associate with you do the same shit to me
When you look at me you see just a nigga from the projects
But can't understand this nigga's mind set but still
***** I can’t
Fuck around wit these fuck n***** I can’t
Tryna make it out the street life
Make it feel like you walking through a maze
Imma do this shit by
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang, on the darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what you're gonna do Dre, Kick it!
[Dre]
And so on
let tha shit flow on
Because I need somethin' ta go off
Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band
Just being honest, I just though that shit looked cool
Hold up, do you know who I am?
Fuck these other n****s, get that shit by yourself
Forget about these bitches, they gon' come with the will
Don't bitch about your folks or play the card
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
n***a, I'm runnin' it up
She know I got power in this shit, she just gon' let me fuck
Turn my trap up with that other shit, they know I'm known for runtz
know cho can't do no average shit
Boujie but a ratchet bitch
Classy but a savage bitch
Let me see that ass lil bitch
Want me to spend this cash n shit
I
Shh rush_kurly
Haha roll!
Wordsmith. Uhn
Wordsmith
Wordsmith
They been hating on a n***a like
Oh nuh nuh nuh
Aint the same n***a do this shit
Oh
Damn this a bitch
We ain't gotta motherfuckin' thing
Ring CJ do what he doin' in Cali for ni a
(Hello?)
Hey wuz up nigga it's Face
(What up
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
Last Kings gear, man that shit so ill
I just wanna take you girls home
Make a nasty song and put this shit online
We could do it like Kid 'N' Play
Have
to get real
N****s about to be ignorant
What the white folks say
This a movie I can be a villain in
Before I was a lyricist
I was really killing shit
I was
to do wit shampoo
But watch your head n shoulders brother older bold enough to fold ya
Yo I told ya a raid afraid of what I made
Plus played a funky
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