Lyrics:
(w. jackson/r. straigis/g. williams)
As we stroll along together
Holding hands, walking all alone
So in love are we two
That we don't know what
The year is 2000. All the real motherfuckers left
PMD, def squad & hit squad and the virus
I'll tell you who I be (check it)
This is Erick
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
what I've become
And I don't want you if you can't be my number one
Down, down, down, down, down, by the river
Down, down, down, down, down, by
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Today there's over a million Crip
brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I
and as the time went by
We found that we liked living free that way
I got me an old Cadillac just to have around
Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be
I
From the land of miracles comes Mr. Williams
And he says "don't give up", he says "don't give up"
This Southern born spiritualist who brings
To earth than she was won't
And makes men mad
- From Othello, by William Shakespeare
We are born at a given moment
At a given place and like vintage
Years
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
Can my homeboy tell y'all where
The fuck he from?
(Ah yeah)
Can my homeboy tell y'all where the
Fuck he from?
Ayo Cube, let's get this party started
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
Man, we don't want much
We just want what belong to us
Man, we ain't greedy, we hustlers, nigga
Butch
If I could talk to the old me, I tell him
on either side
Singing sweet harmony
Hey, Diddle Diddle
Hey, hey hey, Diddle Diddle
I never saw a purple cow
I hope I never see one
But I can tell you anyhow
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
Williams, a ride or die chick
Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss
Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me
Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for
I ride 'til I drive you crazy
Right here by your side when you ride that Mercedes
Can't even get the coupe, need the room for the babies
Tell me
crowds
William is cursed with being bored
When no one is around
And Jessica will tell you that her world
Is matched with someone else
But when I look
on the level he’s at nobody’s larger than him
I know they’ve been sending threats I’m disregarding niggaz
Because I ain’t get where I’m at by being bothered
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
door
And I don't want my business on 'The Wendy Williams Show')
I can tell that you're losing patience looking at your face
So get up out this club
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