Lyrics:
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
I woke up in a bounce house on a beach
Sand all on my feet, yeah
Bad girls all on me
Summer time the remedy, yeah
Bounce house on a beach
Sand all
miles in the sky
Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin, cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day, from
N
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
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
goes
They go to where it glows
While playing with the water hose
We're on the fifth album
Getting all that calcium
While hanging out with my old boy
the opps
Call Lyor great while they make rape Russell docs
Nah
(Okay, yeah)
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah (G.Ry got me)
Bitch, you have never said a clever line
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
curse
To make music that this universe, can enjoy
Now see y'all later this has been your boy
Yuh, this is such a, great new album
This is such a, great
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
WonHo, ChildLike, NeMa, Juafee
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Hello ladies and gentlemen! Let me present you the second studio album by Pavel Zotov “The Greatest Hits”.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo' boy, ya heard, back again DJ Mannie
Fre-fresh err fresh,
Breakfast by the seaside
I woke up on the beach
G wagon I'm in the front seat
My music playing on repeat
My baby said she want a Birkin
Told her baby
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
black as the strap I'm using to hit the rival
Last album was great but I know this one is greater
I made it this far as a great tastemaker without
cousin get smoked
F&N bullets fly, get on the floor (brrt)
Shop by myself and I never got robbed
If she a baddie, I'm goin' in raw
Fuckin' these
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
on a motherfuckin' cop
Da da da da da, da da dow
Da da da da, da da da
Da da da da da, da da dow
Da da da da, da do do
Boy, it's gettin' hot, yes, indeed it
on a motherfuckin' cop
Da da da da da, da da dow
Da da da da, da da da
Da da da da da, da da dow
Da da da da, da do do
Boy, it's gettin' hot, yes, indeed it
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
Grab your gun. We #1. I feel great
Top Boy
What we gonna do in 22'. Yeah
What we gonna do in 22'
What we gonna do in 22' Yeah
Top Boy
Black
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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