Lyrics:
I'm from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent
For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant
Fuck what your name is,
the same as a breath
I'll be givin y'all my best
Even it cost me my death
You can bet
It gon get better fore it get's worse
Fuck the purse
I did it for
pussy up in the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by see's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr
of methadone soothin, an addict with a habit that refuse to improve it, I'm so magic like a rabbit outta hat, it's two toothful,fuck I meant truthful,coz I
the highest score,
I been up a couple hours what the fuck I'm tired for,
Lately shit just never seems to go right like before,
When I made the shit these
crispy
For instance was it the distance?
We heat up an' argument in a instant
But eventually it'd pan out, I had to cool it and turn the fan out
But eva'
meet at two-one-five
Reflection Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes
[Xzibit]
Yo listen the fuck up y'all
It's Mr. X to the Z Xzibit
Broadcastin with the home
two fifteen, yo
Downtown for the win, woah
Sean C for the tempo, Portugal for the intro
This is Arctical Don Disco from the one choir
Calling shots
Dig
Mr Satellite Take Flight
I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
I said I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
Said I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I
'm lookin' can you help me out
I need a lil' bit and quick, you dig what I'm talkin' bout?
[Bad Azz]
Hey D-O-G, I got some Chronic, see I'm on my way
I
an allergic to bullshit
Fuck niggas makin' sneeze
From the bottom of the 30
I survived and I came out that bitch nigga like Mr. Clean
I turned death
Dipper
Haters are haters, I love you lil' niggas
Have Roka snuffin' your jaw
Call him Rokamouth
Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing
I been knockin' out
on a hoe I abuse
Have 'em confused, can't tell who is who
When I fuck the shit out you, then the next day
I rush the shit out you off my two-way
You
Do I steal? Be for real, I'm not a thief
Dictator and hater of those that beef
That's right I can fight and I'm the chief
[Verse Two:]
[DMC]
a car and drive it
Everytime she see Lil Boosie she smilin'
[CHORUS x2:]
Wish I could fuck her everyday
Touch her in everyway
But she stay so many miles
light like, "Show me how that pedal work"
Mr. Go Two Hunnid, I done fucked around and wrecked the 'vert
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me, yeah
Okay, hold up, ay, why fuss? I'd rather fuck
Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust
Seven deuce, waiting on the bus
Before them boys bend
that ass, I throw that D
Not bullshit, and I'm dead seer
All I wanna do is get bread here
Took her back to the condo
I didn't wan' fuck her
No sir, all I
up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them niggas we ain't playin'
Believe me
Growing up in California ain't easy
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
I
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
Until this old life ends
Verse 2
I’d give you twenty
Years of boredom for your crime
But I can see that
You’re already doing time
Join my enemies
See
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
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