Lyrics:
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
the shit goes down
'Cause we warring
All you fucking yellow comets running from the front line
If anybody wanna get away hey
I'll find your fucking ass
on the streets
You can get 10 years per each song
Catch a contact, what I write from the arm
Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom
I was supposed to quit,
see his kids, you goin' out like a sad bitch (you sad ho)
You look better than your kids and you got your ass did (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't even tell
for the rap man
Losers check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to reload
how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul
know what you're thinkin', it's kinda late to go swimmin'
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she
Like a kid waiting after school
So tell me how come you never showed?
I gave you everything
And never asked for anything
And look at me
I'm all
You better get rid of that .9, it ain't gonna help
What good is it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for hell like, hell,
"Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?"
What's wrong with your hair right now?
"Well you know I get it done
ghetto
It's where I live, it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
Can't explain how I feel growin' up in
ain't here to see your prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear, but no emotions from a king
Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me
That's
as hell
In my mind I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
By keepin' gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry
you're in for it
Girl, what would you do if I said your body was off the chain?
And I told you I smile every single time I saw your face?
I ain't
on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin', glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when
[Chorus]
I've been thinkin', times is hard
'Fore it get worse and fall apart
Maybe you should quit your job, and do what's right
And make you my
found dead by the lake
Soon as you lay me down to sleep, bitch, your soul I'ma try to take
Pray for light today right away, why do they try to fight
is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but vidi those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last
And you can bet your ass
Movie show
Where almost anything can happen
Movie time
Anything you can imagine
See'mon, see'mon, see'mon, see'mon let's go
You got to see it
don't mean I from there, peep
Only jealous motherfuckers beef, so point the finger
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
go my single, dawg, radio needs this
They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tape
But if I talk
on your avenue
Oh you can't front, you're a stone cold diva
I had to get counselling from my mom, she's a heartbreak teacher
Remember that time I put
I can't believe your band of dead maggots
Crawling all over my name, I won't have it
You better look in the mirror and rethink your plan
Why walk
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