Lyrics:
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
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
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
still at my momma's home
My baby brother
Guess what y'all? he wanna be like me
They call him lil Snoop Dogg and he
Way more harder than I was
A hog, been
do his thing 'cause I pack right
I got 44 ways to make you act right
And its a shame how the game must be played
It was told never fold by
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
or trippin'
Or startin' no shit when it's time to handle business
What happened to the love?
I think it faded out late back in the sixties
Now, I got every
united (You know what time it is) {Keep it crack-a-lackin'}
D-P-G (D-P-G)
The Bad Boy empire (Bad Boy, baby) {We keep it crack-a-lackin'}
E-Swiss (Come
when I'm with my East coast folks locs (East coast)
Y'all know what's crack-a-lacking
I'm from the hood of the drive-bys and kidnappings,
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about
over to this bitch smiling on a banana boat
(And they fucked our bitches and raped them)
They never told us what the fuck we came over here for
back in the mountains
in a time when times were bad
They never knew that they were poor
got by with what they had
Grandpa got sick and he passed away
back in the mountains
in a time when times were bad
They never knew that they were poor
got by with what they had
Grandpa got sick and he passed away
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
you receive my car
When did you send it
Yesterday shouldve been there by now
9 4 5 9 1 Vallejo California mail box ect 9 4 5 9 1
Damn shit what
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
already kno' what
It is man, its a bad boy thang man,
Grand hustle collaboration,
Y'all already know man,
Boss hog was happenin' (hey)
A town
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
living like, who's the boss
Yeah she liking the money, but she loving my sauce
Even though she approached by them big time ballas
She ain't having that
life
Sometimes I'm sure
Most times less certain
If anythings behind the curtain
Sometimes I wonder
If it matters what it's called
God or nothing
a house kids and a dog
Then they retire they're living high on the hog
But guess what they didn't ever really live at all
To live is Christ and that's Paul
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