Lyrics:
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
I strangled
now I’m on the rap scene
Chasing hella green i hope my album sale or
It’s back to selling green
I hope that they ain’t selling dreams and
I can really
tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
I strangled
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
and criminals (uh)
I kick the reali' with my peeps all day (ha)
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
It's all about
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
string
Feel like a bum on the beach
Man I need change
The world’s tryna punk me out, no Green Day
Hold my breath ‘til I’m blue like Ben Frank
It’s a war, I
took a hiatus and wrote a novel, motherfucker
I got more verses than the Holy Bible, motherfucker
'Cause I'm sittin' on five unreleased albums
and criminals (uh)
I kick the reali' with my peeps all day (ha)
325's roll by with the windows down halfway
D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy
It's all about
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
ashamed
We got a little something something, gonna ease your pain
So I toke and I snort and I smoke and I sniff
By the way what day is this
You're
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
day
So I took my Chronic album and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way, when police came our way
My daddy had his act on like it never
to the white side
Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide
You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch of grass over them
the fuck out of my day
Should I do this until I get paid
Nah that's too hard there's levels to this shit
A joke to an album now I'm dancing hella rich
Pull
the day when the recipe calls for blackend
Wrong ingredients
Maybe too much herbs and spices
Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish
Southern greens
Cube has got the 4-1-1
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks
So I get jealous looks
They keep thinkin' did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood
It rained, it poured, rained so hard
Rained so hard all day
Till all the boys in our school
They came out to talk and play
And they tossed the ball
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
in my shades in my blueones
gotta pair with the studs like donna's
light green lookin just like niners
sum say das my house like rond rall
doors open
your flag on fir
See that guy all dressed in green
I-KO, I-KO, un-day
He's not a man
He's a lov-in' ma-chine
Jock-a mo fee na-n
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