Lyrics:
on me
You strengthen my heart and Lord You hold me dear
You give me courage cause Your love casts out all fear
You help me forgive those who offend me
Compton, it's South Central like a bitch
Another gee with a gaffled gangster pitch
If your game is weak, you speak straight punk
If funk jump you're soft
to creep
It's not Compton, it's South Central like a bitch
Another gee with a gaffled gangster pitch
If your game is weak, you speak straight punk
If funk
Ah ah ah!
Stupid!
Pull up, I put you in casket
I did the digital dash
Fuck it up then I go back
I did that shit in the past
Damn right I got all
Mother's scared cause my Dreams Cast
And I start Blasting Things
No hesitation I Continue
Just to play my station
I’m sorry Ma but your Box is
Giving me some
up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got
you'll have to choose
Will you give up, when it gets tough
Day by day just find the strength to prove
You can make it, if you shake it
The race is not
fool. Keep it strapped up, sip from that cup, you don't ever wanna be the man to give the upper hand or fuel to the
Monster, you get in his way, he gon'
slip (yeah)
'Cause mad nigga's throats gettin' slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue
Of the last chance
To restore the endangered
Without hidden agendas
Wouldn't that be splenda
Take it up on the TV
Stickin' 'em up while the CDC
Distracted by
and glee
And cheerful sing along with me
The Reel of Tullochgorum
O Tullochgorum's my delight
It gars us all in one unite
And ony sumph that keeps up spite
Punk, give me Funk
don‘t stop with the Pop …Pop music!
The melody’s your legacy I know
You gave us something to believe!
So give me Pop, Pop music, give
who)
Rise up, rise up
Hold on give me a second just to run it back real quick
This world is to dirty
Nothing can Hurt me
Fear is the lord, the devil
But I'm still here on a rise
Yeah I been certified
Give no fucks cuz they lie
Get the fuck outta my life
You tryin fuck up the vibe
Could you tell I
fears, just cast them on me
How can I make you see
I'll be your cloud up in the sky
I'll be your shoulder when you cry
I hear your voices when you
how it is when the niggaz gettin paid
You used to treat me different now that you know where I stand
But back up in the days you didn't really give
you'll get throwed by some elbows
Fuck it, I'll fill his ass wit' holes
On that funk blow, throwin' high low like I'm a pro
Get buck, dog, get crunk,
still the jam
And over 20 year later
They still rocking for the stoners and the skaters
I used to watch videos by Plan B
Dream about hitting up
floor
Wood plowin' a few more doors
Fingers don't slow by the whole
Roll, run it by decimal
Test shows while tentacles all got a hold
Suction down my toes
fucked up what you did, I hooked you up wit my girl
and shit you fucked her 8 times you see her you don't say SHIT to her
you know what I'm sayin?
thou, what?
Just what i thought, what's up now?
Verse 2:
Hold it down, never give in
Styles having your limbs
Or weather you want it to end
Dirty
the funk freakas
The dog's out the yard and he's loud in your speakas
Stompin' with my compas or should I say my back up
Crusing in the Impala countin'
With cords they've spread a net
By the way side they've set snares for me
By the way side they've set snares for me
Those who surround lift up their
Yeah, middle and the front
I can give it to her I can give her what she want
I was hypnotized by the butt, I
Need to calm down, roll another up, yeah
Mz
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