Lyrics:
That's what I came fo'
[Goldie Loc Eastsidaz]
Where that nigga who be talkin' shit
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her
coming through, for the U.K.-crew
Me and Goldie sssh, you know how we do
Only the true hip-hop-heads know what time it is with this
Now, if you're with
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
streets
An endless war invisible
Gunshots, just a breeze of wind
Don't get involved just walk on by through the artificial glow
Coming home once again
standing right in front of us
So take this pocket full of Kryptonite and beat it back to Metropolis
There's only room for one on this microphone
In my
Quiero ser el puto rey de la metrópoli
Ya estoy cansado de ver todo en gris
Escribiendo demasiado para no morir
Reclamaré lo que era para mí
Yeah, fuck that, I want some pussy tonight (yo)
I think I want to fuck my bitch Goldie and shit
Goldie 'posed got some money for me and shit
I
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty
standing right in front of us
So take this pocket full of Kryptonite and beat it back to Metropolis
There's only room for one on this microphone
In my
panorama with the ass out
What your cash about? Broke nigga
No hope nigga
Buses get fat and you look thinner
This is a drive-in
You drop my shit by January
the red and blue
But me I'd rather get the greenery
Smoke out the whole muthafucking sceanery
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Two: Goldie Loc]
Why must I, be
Dogg)
Goldie Loc' you got me high as a motherfucker
Big-Snoop, blithe as a motherfucker
I do the do
Cause I'm about that peanut-butter
May day, may day
five star like Baby's bald head
Sippin' on that lean, wit' my homie though
I'm a pimp, but nothing like Goldie though
(Damn) is what the hoes say
You
As a sleeper in metropolis
You are insignificance
Dreams become entangled in the system
Environment moves over the sleeper:
Conditioned air
way, munchin' making more moves maintainin'
Multimillion dollar mansions manufactured melanin mud, through this metropolis
Millimeters are met with
in Codeine
Wind down slowly
We can shine like a fresh Roli
Change your name to Goldie
I remember doing to much
And gettin sucked by two sluts
They
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
epiphanies I took full in the face
Oh, come all by the fire, babe, let's all participate
In yet another race to anyways
Oh, how's your Mum and Dad been
that's ready to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Hey yo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem stressed
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