Lyrics:
You better hide your daughter 'cause I'm out to get laid with dick
and have her sprung on this black ass nigga
Straight up out the gutter, have
Two, three, four
Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
Steeled by the fire and sealed by the pain
On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside
I'm holding on to you and I know
soon as you come in
that's where the dream begans
for i can feel no pain
come on you've got
what i'm waiting for
inside me now you feel
say my name
they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad
to wreck
I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages
Bumpin' into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages
Under my seat, military issue
Spoofed up
some for food and get a table for two
Let me know what we gon' do tonight
Netflix and chill, what movies do you like
I'm trynna be your next man
Cause I
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
[1st Verse]
You know I'm hooked for you mama
That's why you sling your weight around
You Know I'm hooked for you mama
That's why you sling your
to this
2Pacalpyse, now jack you better brace
Cause I'm thumpin' it up and pumpin'
It up with hellafied bass if ya comp rolls
Throw blows until they back
to you, I just happen to rap
And this where it's happening at
Where rapping is back
I'm asking what happened to that?
Too many flashin' the vac
Two
1, 2, 1, 2, yeah
All yeah, we doing it like that
We flip that, uh
More in the crib
Dru, yeah, D-Funk allstars
Thats how we do it, G-Funk, yeah
the hunger stayed
These stomach rumbles can humble thunder, uh
I'm still fueled by the ones that slumber
The standout amongst the one-hit wonders
So when
and never let these bitches know ya
And even though I'm gettin' high, a thug nigga gettin' by
Catchin' bitches spittin' lies, I'm gettin' mine
All day, I
finish, but he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time)
Singing my life with his words (two times, two times)
Killing
easy for a good man to go down
On the earth there was trouble sorrow and pain
So the Lord said to Noah I'm gonna make it rain
It ain't easy for
you way from another state
I just came up with a answer for that petty shit
Draco with a drum on bottom and two thirty sticks
I'm in California
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung
way too young
Pops is dealin', and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin' off the top, pops never figured
That he'd go down by the hands
My little man just sprung up
I think he into you
I think ill give the rose to you
And you
And you
I think he into you
I think he into you
X2
With my hood on and my windows down
Ask your girl I'm the realest nigga she been around
When I pull up in something new and park it by the haters
a Malcom X line
Hypocrite, your hits break the bits
The boss of brain lays pain when I spit
Criticized, cause I'm takin' the dares
And now you're tryin'
other way
Nigga!
Every day you wake up your destiny depends on what you do
Sometimes I roll up when I'm stressed out and sometimes I roll two
Here people
of Stockton
I''m weighing in at two -o -one
But there's a man in the front row
Sent down by the mob with a gun.
For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm
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