Lyrics:
[Mack 10]
Microphone check i.o. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
the nigga in me accompanied by the cognac
You can ask around, don't fuck with the Mobb
I could've told you that, where you been at
You must have cut class
If
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
paper
They've be burning for hours
And if it's fire I am smocking the whole thing inside
[Chorus]
I got a roll for you
Do you wanna smoke with
Aftermath got the remedy
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
I'm from
for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine nickel (INS
teeth and nickel sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy 'cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I
chinks in my armor, it ain't no dent nowhere
Don't play with me, I am who they protect out here
Got the keys to the Bay and the whole West out here
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
the morning!
I got big C-Style on the grill
Eastside! Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, LBC
If you got beef, with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
If you
give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
I'm skanking
I got girls to the left and girls to the right
When we're at the bar we ain't ramping
Everybody right now can you hear me
Through
ain't got it, nigga, I'm just a solid nigga
Who run Compton, fuck bitches and flick Impala switches
Even if I was born blind, you niggas couldn't stop
sort of
I think 'em that mean I forgot better shit
Than you ever thought of
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask, if you talkin' about classics
Do my
going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas, every minute a child dies by this disease
Raised by the orange rags shrubs stay lurking
Name on the scene now
The whole blocks jerking
If i'm ever in the problems
See the whole block merking
Niggas
a trip (ay)
YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks
Whoa, fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty
Whoa, have a baby by me, bitch, come be lucky
if you got it
Mix it hot as tamales, you singin off-key is garbage
If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it
Have confidence, speak
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
're writing your piece
Never be dick riding, if you're going to be biting, you're igniting the beast
This is melodic, melodies, if you got it
Mix it hot
in the club you know I do not pay
Aiiyo my man Kanyeezy he got something to say
[Kanye West]
Aiiyo my name is Kanyeezy from the Roc-A fam
And where
you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither
That ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No
up
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity), I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Do you wanna smoke with me?
(I wanna smoke with you)
I got a roll for you
Do you wanna smoke with me?
(I got a roll for you, if you wanna smoke)
I
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